The Tin Can Parade

The water is shallow tonight.  Muddy and almost warm, snaking by in slow motion..... And the edge of the sky sways a little....just above the dark forest of skinny little cypress witch fingers....their knotted hands waving.....

It's a spooky little night...

And a good one....

At dark....one by one, the endless strands of lights connect...the electric colors pop, flash, glow and the tiny little tin-can houses dotting the water begin to dance.....a cobweb of extension cords joins neighbor to neighbor, sign post to street lamp....and if you listen....
on this silent night.....
you'll hear the the merry "clink" of wine glass to Beer Bottle....
and sleighbells....
in the sky...
or
in my little hippie imagination....

Merry Christmas!  May the Gift be the moment.....the peace...the love....And may the Circle be unbroken....