Muses

O Christmas Tree were you always so ho hum?

Still in Florida.

Dad is a little bit better. But so many questions.

In periods of uncertainty, constancy is always welcome.

In my life tonight, stability is represented by that little Christmas tree pictured above.

It sits in the middle of a small lake (some might say pond) in front of the house I grew up in. Ever since I can remember, there has been a lighted tree on the lake this time of year.

When I was young, the entire neighborhood would gather on a Saturday morning. Adults would decorate the tree. Then a rope would be attached to the float and us children-folk would walk along the bank.

We pulled and walked and pulled and walked in a sort of tug-of-war with that danged floating tree.

As we tugged on our semi-circle journey around the pond, the tree would glide toward the lake’s center.

It looks so much bigger in person tonight than this silly iPhone photo.

Wanting to get the best picture, I walked all the way to the water’s edge and snapped the image.

Poo.

It looked so small.

I then stretched my arms into the darkness straight out at the tree as far as I could and clicked again.

Poo.

Still most unimpressive.

No you never can go home.

I stood there looking at that tree.

Hoping to fill a void — just a teensy bit.

The tree was out on the lake for another Christmas but it didn’t feel the same as it did those long ago Saturday mornings.

 In fact, it hasn’t felt the same for a while.

Maybe the tree isn’t as tall, the lights as bright or the water as clear as it used to be?

Or maybe it’s just me who’s changed?

Linking up with Greta @Gfunkied and Julie @Mamamash for another Wednesday’s iPPP.

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