Friday, December 7, 2012
Blue Light Show
One of my neighbours over the road has put up her blue Christmas lights. We live on a narrow, uneven, unadopted country road and the lights are like a strong singer in a small, out-of-the-way nightclub where not many people come, but the singer has put on her blue dress made out of sequins that catch the spotlight, and you can't help but admire the singer but you also sometimes wish that this performance would stop, that she would go back into the dressing room or sit quietly drinking by the bar so you don't have to keep looking at her.
The blue light show will go on until the night of 5th January, breaking up the darkness of the holy nights. There is something convivial about the lights. They have heart. You would miss them if they went, as you would miss the singer if she sloped off one night, never to return.