I said today I am leaving
in every sense of the word
but I'm in love with your memory already
everything I've seen and heard
and I will go singing
as the solitude sets in
in time with the rythym
of everywhere I have been
it sounds like rockabye...

ani difranco

Came to a land where the morning don’t wait for the break of day
And the nighttime comes as a surprise
Picked myself up, took myself far far away
Far away from a big hearted man who looks into my eyes and says

Won’t you take this love from me
Don’t you leave it here filling up my hands
Won’t you just take it along with you
Won’t you let it just remind you where you stand
Don’t you ever want to know just where you stand
Don’t you really want to know

But I got something in me that keeps me on the go
It keeps me going going, keeps me gone
And I got something in me that keeps me on an unfamiliar street
Running up to strangers, tugging at their coat and saying

Won’t you break this heart for me
Don’t you leave it here smooth and shiny filling up my throat
Won’t you just make a little crack for me
So maybe something could get in
Or something could get out
If something could get in maybe something could get out

I guess we’re all the same, we walk our days looking for a little more fire
And we all sometimes have to sit on our hands
We try to hold ourselves together
We try to talk about the weather
When all we really want to do is take each other by the throat and say

Won’t you dream my dream with me
Don’t you leave it here drying on my pillow
Won’t you just soak a little up for me
Won’t you give it just a safe place to go
It just needs a little safe place to go

(kris delmhorst - moscow song)

And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize

Looking through old photos on Christmas Eve is everything is everything it should be - especially if one is home alone in the pouring rain with only the little twinkly lights on, cats sleepy-purring curled up nearby. Even though ones I love are an actual 1500 miles away in the snow and ones I love more are miles and miles to go before I sleep, it still feels good to call and write and sometimes just to email a few words.

Merry Christmas, you-all.

Tomorrow: The Great Jewish Conspiracy, wherein we go out for Dim Sum and Lord of the Rings. Who is we? Why, me, of course. And the notebook. And all those ChristmasormaybeNewYearshowboutThreeKingsDay? cards.