Waking Christmas morning...

To The Lady on the Train,

I can imagine, in the very early morning of Christmas day, you asleep in your bed. The house quiet in the normal way that a house still makes noises in it's sleep; a furnace breathes, a car slowly rolls past outside, a distant whistle of a night train, someone turning over... It is quiet and there is a glow of moonlight on snow that finds it way in.. Bedroom, hallway, and living room bathed in silver blue of the night.

I imagine that you are the first to stir and slowly rise. Pyjamas, slippered, and with wild hair you head downstairs silently except for the creak of that one wooden stair. In the blue early morning the light is magic the way it fills the room and yet isn't there.. And here you will sit a moment, curled up on the couch,  listening to the sounds of the house the way you listen to a sleeping lover.

I can imagine you wrapped in the magic of Christmas morning, in a house filled with love and magic... and the promise of miracles to come..

The Man in the Station