With three layers on top
and two layers everywhere else,
I was dressed for the arctic
as we headed out into
the night and the
Blossoms of Light
at Denver's Botanic Gardens.
It was cold,
but not THAT cold, and
I was over-dressed,
but I like to be toasty.
Colored lights everywhere,
kind of strange to light the night
with electric colors -
adding to the lights
that fill up the sky so much
I could only count
five stars out of the
infinite number
that are shining out there.
Putting that aside for a moment,
I do have to say
that it all was impressive.
The work, talent, and money invested
in beauty, the oooohs and ahhhhhhs,
families out together, toddlers
only caring about the snow
beside the sidewalk, lovers
holding hands under warm
lights on a Spruce.
And still, I come back to
memories of
the awe-inducing beauty of
a sky so full of stars that I shrink
to infinitesimal; a single, silent candle's
cozy glow; a snow-frosted tree
outside my house. Do we
need to add to the miracle
that's already here?
I think I'm a Glitz Grinch.
