The Time In Between

It’s the day after Christmas and
the rain falls, first a light mist just
to get us used to it, then a steady
falling like the currents of the river
two blocks away. The air smells
clean and wet, the birds are
chirping and fluttering in the old
pear tree – are they singing good
wishes for the New Year as the
rain washes away the doubts and
regrets of the past to make way for
the hopes and anticipation of the
future? Or is it only my foolish
daydreaming once again, wishing
away reality.

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10 thoughts on “The Time In Between

  1. Rivers are for cleaning a land and people’s sins, tears, regrets … rain comes and cleans up too, bringing good news for the year ahead. It’s raining here in Florida, washing away the friggen heat … Wishful thinking that it’s here for my benefit, but it can handle our conceit, I figure .. Brendan

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  2. “are they singing good
    wishes for the New Year as the
    rain washes away the doubts and
    regrets of the past to make way for
    the hopes and anticipation of the
    future?”

    Love the structure of the piece and the questions … nope, not foolish to me :)

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