windthread

i plugged in the christmas lights that i'd found by accident…a frivolous use of battery electricity,  but i wanted to.  Sometimes Marge and i did frivolous things.  …art supplies, mostly.     That  Moon.   Put on my boots and jacket and took the printout photograph of her and the Invocation Cloths and went out into it.   Over by the Janet Chair above B,  that little grassy meadow i spread the Cloths on the grass  and sat down with her picture.   Told her what what was on my mind,  my heart.  Then sat.  She likes the clothmaking.   We wished we could do some together now.  Maybe in some way we can.   More,  but it has no words, no language.   Gathered up the Cloths and walking back,  closer and closer i could see the twinkle lights,  not twinkling,  just little candles,  and thought….a Celebration.