The Gift of the Year

The topside of Chinatown was pretty today. Vibrant veggies. A pudgy, bright-eyed toddler spinning in his stark blue jacket. Garish sale signs that look almost kaleidoscope-like at a fast walk.

But the bottomside was grim. In no more than about ten feet, I spotted a gnawed bone; a limp, stray lettuce leaf; a pile of brown gunk that refused to melt with the snow; and soggy animal droppings.

Maybe it’s all of that ugly that let me have my beautiful thought. It made all of the nasty flee away.

We’re rather silly that it often takes the switching of a calendar year to change our perspectives. But that also makes us a little simple and, well, good. I like that hope, faith, whatever-you-want-to-call-it can sometimes come easily. We deserve it.


About gwenamon

bookworm, confidante, creative director, cyclist, global wanderer, music lover, shutterbug, shoe shopper, snowboarder, writer, yoga geek. i'm also a very proud mama of a lil mister named james.
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