The City was a ghost town around my neighborhood last night. Everyone
who could, left to spend Christmas elsewhere. I'm usually gone
for this, but since I'm not traveling to my Massachusetts 'family' this
year, I am here.
~altered post card by me~
Scant, to no lights on most buildings, the lack of traffic, and only the
occasional person even at the grocery store, casts a lonely shadow over all, enhanced by rain, and the unusual warmth.
~across the street in front of the 9/11 memorial~
As I wheeled my little cart ahead of me, in
some stretches I was reminded of moonscapes, and of collapsed civilizations in others.
~upscale building on 23rd Street~
Although I appreciate the silence, it felt unreal. In the center of town, where all the stores are open 24 hours till 9 O'clock Christmas eve, crowds of consumers, and plenty of lights abound. I avoid it.
~card from my Massachusetts 'family'~
I got some special cat food, and dried salmon treats for the kitty who lives at the corner store. She's lovely, gentle, and really enjoyed the gifts. I rather wish I had a kitty again, but will remain as I am for now, and only dream of baskets of furry dears. Meanwhile, I'm re-reading one of my favorite cat tales:
~"The Fur Person" by May Sarton~
"A gentleman cat becomes a 'fur person' when he is truly loved by a human being."
