Black Satin

Today’s prompt is from Miss Gina Williams:

Turn off the noise. Go to a window. Write what you see, feel and/or want in a stream-of-consciousness form.

Taking Down the Lights

Winter is the house guest that just won’t leave. The not-so-subtle cue of the sun, tulips and daffodils in bloom have done little to temper the icy chill in the air. Early morning across the way, smoke billows from the chimney, Christmas lights still hang from the roof. I want to tell them it’s fucking April, enough with the holiday crap. But I have to live next to these people for a while, so that’s probably not a good idea. But it makes me wonder, maybe we are the ones not letting go. Holding on to the things that make us feel all warm and fuzzy inside, even though their season has long past. Sometimes you gotta let go of the past in order to enjoy what’s around the corner. Or, maybe we’re just too goddamn lazy to take down the lights.