I wrote this while listening to Sacha sing tonight at the Westgate. Quite an experience.
Tonight here it is like Christmas. I close my eyes and expect to walk outside into whipping wind and snowflakes. I would feel the cold on my cheeks and smile and flinch. Feel cozy by a fire, like warm maple syrup, and cuddle up. Watch children run around and write to Santa.
Tonight there are people talking all around me. It’s annoying but I float above them. Twirl around in the sky.
Shhhhhh… Listen! Magic.
© Michelle Routhieaux 2010