Monday, December 5, 2011
I entered our living room. The lights were off. Our real Christmas tree was placed in front of a large picture window. The streetlight down the road from our house just gave off enough light to make out the silhouette of the tree. The tinsel didn't glitter, but it caught enough light from the outside source to make it distinguished. In the semi-darkness of that Christmas morning, I could make out the shapes that were under the tree - Shapes that weren't there before. I couldn't see sizes or colors of wrapping paper or ribbons....just shapes. The landscape of our Christmas tree had changed and it was amazing. It was magical.
That is what I'm chasing - pure wonder and amazement.
That feeling you have as a child, when everything is so huge to young eyes and innocence prevents any jaded, cynical views of your world, that can only be found on Christmas Day.
I know I'll never catch the dragon, but I'll keep trying.