In the Spirit of Christmas

Tucked under the door, in the wee hours of the morning, awaiting our awakening. The letter. From the Property Management Company. Just before leaving for work, slaDE~ told me of its quiet yet powerful arrival, not a word of its contents. Of course, I leapt out of bed, oblivious to the clock which read 5am….

It was so good to get away, to leave a dank dim home so musty and clogged with summer’s humidity, the sort that hangs heavily, thick as cottage cheese. Yuck … My partner and I wanted to go hang out with Kali, Ed and his two friends from Mexico, Ricardo and Marcel. We joined them…

I arose early, as usual, wanting to savour the possible sunrise over the volcanoes and lake. Although it was 6:45am ,the sun had crested already but the skies were clear and crisp, with a smattering of fog to add some character to the twelve identified towns (with the names of Christ’s apostles) surrounding Lake Atitlán….

After finishing my morning yoga stretch class at the Talisman, I decided to make a quick beeline to the library before heading home. Prior to coming across the moving image (literally) of a man harnessed to a lone evergreen, I could smell the sweet tangible scent of pine oil, thick and heady (a wood chipper…

What a deepfreeze! The skies were blue but the temperatures of –20 Fahrenheit were enough to freeze one’s little sweet cheeks, if out for very long. Luckily we had a relatively painless car start (didn’t plug in our newly installed block heater last night. Doh!) and were in for a smooth drive and clear skies…