I'm pleased to report that sunny climes and balmy temperatures in Southeast Asia have not dampened my seasonal instincts. My heart still flutters as we begin the season of advent.
This morning I had an inaugural listen to two new Christmas albums: One offering from the Indigo Girls (!) and another from Joan Osborne. And tonight, I wandered the empty quiet streets of my neighbourhood with the Rankin Family standard Do You Hear on my ipod. Being halfway around the world can't dampen my joy in hearing those soaring sisters' voices.
In my wonderings and wanderings while listening to Ave Maria and the Christ Child Lullabye, I actually spotted a christmas tree. Fake, alight in the window of a Western Bank near the Independence Monument. Neocolonial heralding to be sure, though I couldn't help but smile.
Turning back to the house, I walked by the neighbourhood pagoda. Orange robes hung in windows and gold glistened on moonlit spires. Colour, shadows and light. All was still, and I felt...home for Christmas.
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Welcome back! I don't know how I'll get through the yuletide season without my annual trip to see you in K-town, but I'm glad you've found the spirit in unfamiliar confines.
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