tree #4

When I was a little kid, 

I'd lie underneath the tree on Christmas Eve

and look up through the branches at the lights.

It was a magical kaleidoscope. 

tree #4

christmas tree

The maple tree's Christmas lights

Every color we've got.

landing lights

This is the door mat at the ranch.

It appears to have landing lights on it.

If that's what these are, they're the closest thing up here to social networking.

We're in a valley, behind a mountain and out of range. Of anything. No internet, no cell phone (except from the top of Rabbit Mountain) and the land line runs under the river. (There's so much irony in that last phrase, it would be funny, except for that weird buzzing sound.)

If it weren't for the satellite, we'd be on Mars.

Maybe we are.