We were walking to the Jay Street train station to catch the F train. We had just walked across the Brooklyn bridge, and stopped by a Barnes & Noble to look at books and grab some peppermint hot chocolate (well, he grabbed a frappucino, even though he meant to say cappucino...) and a delicious cinnamon raisin bagel. We bought Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, and a Logic Puzzles book.
On the way to the train station, I noticed that Christmas lights had already been strung across the lampposts, overhanging the streets. Accustomed only to the simple bell shaped lights I see in my own neighborhood, I had never seen these types of lights before, and I thought they were absolutely beautiful. The colors were just so vibrant, and reminiscent of the transition between autumn and winter.
I told him how beautiful I thought they were, and he said, okay let's walk down this way instead (even though it was out of our way). (=
He said to me,
"I used to love Christmas, and I still do, but lately it just seems like there's no spirit anymore. Even toddlers know that Santa isn't real, and I guess the spirit died with the generation that used to believe in that kind of stuff.
I mean, I don't believe in magic or anything; I just like the idea of believing in magic."
I really liked that last part.
I hope we have an awesome Christmas this year.
Greetings.
- Ly is my name.
- Insanity calls me Human though, not unlike yourself. I create this blog in protest, because silent words are sometimes more comforting than spoken ones. Words will lend to a world of nonsense, a perfect defense against a world with no sense, and I hope to one day look back on this and smile in dignified embarrassment.