Tuesday, December 16, 2025, 8*, 70% RH, 0736
Soleil spreads her joyful glow through trees, through windows. All through the night clear bright skies with a piece of moon. The three like kings survey fenced-in-land wish to walk places beyond their sight. Birds do not sing a song of wassailing. There are no common primroses blooming.
I don’t know how old I was; I remember wanting to help dad replace the cloth headliner in the two-tone gray DeSoto coupe. I remember sleeping on the floor (Connie and Butch sprawled on the back seat) as dad drove to his night shift at General Motors then mom drove us home and put us back to bed. It was before mandatory seat belts. One December morning, suitcases in the trunk, mom picked dad up from work and we drove to Lewistown, Pennsylvania stopping for gasoline, bathroom breaks and to fortify dad with coffee. Perhaps it was the year after grandfather died. It was a great Christmas adventure.
Triggered by music, by age... memories.
Photo: LJ Austin
