I wrote this piece at the end of last year/beginning of this year, but the time to post it wasn’t right because it was after the holidays. Re-reading it almost a year later is an interesting experience for me. So much has happened in a year. Now, feels like the right time to post it. Please, enjoy…
The Leftovers…
The days between Christmas and New Year’s have always fascinated me. The leftover days. Pensive days. Lost days. The penultimate days.
Foggy cold levee walk. Vultures make wide, slow circles overhead. Long for the coast. Dream about the future. Let go of the past. Remember who I’ve loved in this world, who I love in this world, and not knowing who I will love in this world at the end of it.
Deflated holiday decorations cover frosted lawns. Pines once in glitter-light-glory, discarded in the street, dead amongst the other yard work remains. Greens turn brown, and dry, become a fire hazard. A fresh start to a new year, but carrying everything from before over. It’s more about adjustment, and change than newness. The leftover days, the forgotten days.
Work hard, then rest, work hard, then rest. Enjoy a meal with an old friend. Talk about new times. Wander through the neighborhood to think about these days between. Days betwixt. Days that won’t be remembered because of where they land on the calendar. A short distance between holidays, are these days. Days to see loved ones, and sit in warm cafes. Days I now refer to as, “The Leftovers.”
Happy New Year!
Michelle Cordova Art
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