A single drop fell from the sky
To rest upon a listing sill
To look at me, and I thus watched
My life flickering in its trespass
A single drop of water whence
Did the earth spring forth its glory then
And floods came down to drown it so
As it glistened in a wooden crevasse
All of time and all of me
Suspended in that crystal globe
That burst and ran forth in decay
And then the downpour came to pass
Small Red Tree (Photo credit: Velvet Elevator (Pandy Farmer))
I didn’t think there could be a “worst” thing about this wonderful time of year. But leave it to the Spanish – the same folks that brought us the Inquisition – to once again tarnish the national religion. His name – the Caganer.
I found this tradition hard to believe, after discovering it here. I’ll let you read the link if you are brave enough to encounter a tradition that – if there is anything good and holy in the universe – will never spread to our county.
I feel sick now, and have the urge to wash my hands.
Old lady (Photo credit: N.Calzas)
You see an old lady struggling with her grocery bags. You offer to help and take one from her and look inside and see them and cry as they crawl into your mouth. She smiles and hands you another.