Friends,
Christmas Day will be here overmorrow and, with the arctic cold here to preserve yesterday’s flakes, what a white one it will be! While I have neglected to send cards (I may yet do so before MLK Jr day), on this Christmas Eve’s Eve, I wish to wish you all a merry, Merry Christmas—the holiday my family and I happily celebrate. Whatever your happy holiday may be, I hope your feet stay as toasty as your heart; your dreams as clear as the Colorado sky and your donuts as frosted as the fresh blanket of snow we received yesterday.
Merry Christmas!
Friends, My predawn attempts to watch the planetary alignment have thus far been met with cloudy skies. The weather forecast through the end of the cosmic event suggests I shall not witness it. And yet, my futile attempts have been rewarded in other ways. The chorus of birds, frogs and insects singing in anticipation of the sun’s glorious rising complement the river’s steady churning. The crisp, fresh air in a desolate town whose citizens are still bidding Morpheus “adieu” caresses my skin while the sweet aroma of petrichor fills my lounges. Deep shadows of centenarian eucalyptus trees slowly recede and give way to the imperceptible progress of the brightening skies. Sure, witnessing those tiny bright spots lined-up in the sky would be pretty cool —like sprinkles on a donut. Speaking of donuts, if you’re ever in Cuenca around the feast of Corpus Christi (which ended yesterday) you need to try the Huevos Chilenos (Chilean Eggs) —think of them as less sweet donut holes. And, if like me t
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