January 2, 2013 rolled in like a flat tire. It led a caravan
of days that thud and thump along, towing winter’s drab days.
Gone is
the excitement and suspense of Christmas.
Gone is the lesser excitement of watching the
ball fall in New York’s Times Square.
Calls
from the kids and grandkids about what to bring to the parties—stop.
Lights that brightened
and dazzled the neighborhood— switched off, unplugged.
The wreathes,
tree balls, little statues of Santa, elves,
galloping reindeer, and so much more
had been placed accompanied by carols, hymns, and season songs. They’re
put away tunelessly.
November
and December’s excitement—all gone.
Where to?
At
the university in a grand city by a Great Lake, events replaced the vanished excitement. You moved immersed in the whirr of
cheery undergrads pounding up and down
stairs, flopping into classroom seats, shoving into the arena’s student-section,
screaming, “Shoot, shoot, shoot!…Defense, defense, defense!”
Would the
Golden Eagles make the Big Dance? Oh my god! They will. They will!
Fresh excitement. Rising hopes.
In the grand
city by the Great Lake, white flakes filter down and mound. Out the skis would
come. Friends soon would glide along winding trails though evergreen forests.
In the
grand city by the Great Lake, excitement thrived in bright wintry days. And Nature
added her own decorations.
In a
small city by a little lake near the World’s capital, Nature provides a less
spectacular show.
How
long ‘till spring?
---Gus
Gribbin
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