Blue Monday

Well, streuth...you’ve got to do something on blue Monday...
I’ve moved on from the milk on Friday.
Thanks to Marcus’s challenge I looked for the light, the magic and the mystery, as the sun set over the cranberry island in gin ocean. Thanks to the magic of my friend who made the elixir as a Christmas gift, the mystery of G and this beautiful glass that I treasure, and the light of P in the darkness.

There’s snow forecast.... so more metaphor and more Wallace Stevens...

The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.