Here we are. It's December. Just trying to delight in the season.
Honoring, mostly, traditions that work for us, rather than those that require work.
Enjoying the first snow, and navigating the frigid air and the inevitable muddy melt.
Admiring the repeated chord progression, the same measures over and over, like the "roof ball" sliding across the shingles in some consistent attempt to master a trick, the again and againness -- learning to love these noises the best, the optimistic sound of someone's repeated trying.
