
Clements: Out of words
I was out of words. I had nothing else to say.
I was out of words. I had nothing else to say.
I was on social media the other day and ran across a project of the Brooklyn Art Library. They call it the “Artist Sketchbook” project.
The cold crisp air and piecing breeze was indicative of the approaching winter storm. The prediction was for highs only in the low thirties and wind chills below zero.
I think if you put Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter together you would have the perfect holiday. These special days should compel us to think, be challenged and of course be changed.
I stood at my kitchen window and looked at the bright light approaching from the distance. It pierced the darkness and lit the night sky with an intensity that defied description.
I miss the Christmases of yesteryear … the ones with shopping malls laden with twinkling lights, luscious trees covered with shiny ornaments, festively wrapped gifts with voluptuous bows, Christmas carols playing over the buzz of shoppers ... I’m sure those things still exist somewhere.
There’s something in the air this time of year. The energy, the cheer, the spirit.
We have overdosed on Hallmark Christmas movies at our house. A friend shared the other day in a social media post that, “Basically, Hallmark has made 437 Christmas movies using 17 actors, five locations and three different plots.” That’s truth.
It’s that time of year again... time for pumpkin spice, lawn ornaments, and Memaw’s famous dressing.