Outside in the rain. Alone Pondering life.

With a bourbon and ice

Sharing the few constants and the variables of life.

But one constant for me is late Christmas night.

Outside.

Bourbon or scotch. Or both.

Contemplating.

Tonight The sky is impressive.

Dark and moody.

Usually it can’t be bothered.

I remember years gone by. Staring up and wanting a sky but nothing there.

Sitting in the snow

The night sky dark

Devoid of festivities

One constant

One friend

Confidant

A glass of whisky

Big ice cube

Not interrupting

Listening to my woes

A silent friend listening

You’ve heard my moans

My gripes, my issues

Yet you do not judge

A friend throughout

Despite the anger

The ridiculous slurring

The illiterate wrath

You remain a confidant

You hear my Words

My thoughts

My tears

My anger

You do me no good yet you are a dear friend

As you have been for so many years before

GS 2018