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Counting Lights in the Dark
A Pointless Story
When I was young(er) I was very enthusiastic about counting, tracking, and categorizing. Partially it was a way of keeping myself entertained while riding in a car. If I didn't have a book to enthrall me I might even just start counting out loud out of boredom and, no doubt, annoy all the adults in the vehicle. I seem to remember counting to one thousand while riding with Grandma M out in San Diego. But as days turned colder as Christmas time drew nearer I would start to watch for lights upon houses during the long drives between Denver and our home in the country. I would judge them, I would sort them into good and bad categories, and I would try to count the strings of lights that were being used on every display.
I remembered this this as I was driving home the other night. Where once there were few houses and very few lights now they seem to cover every hillside. No longer would I go long minutes searching the darkness for the next isolated development. It is December and we are pushing back against the darkness with tiny points of light.
When I was young(er) I was very enthusiastic about counting, tracking, and categorizing. Partially it was a way of keeping myself entertained while riding in a car. If I didn't have a book to enthrall me I might even just start counting out loud out of boredom and, no doubt, annoy all the adults in the vehicle. I seem to remember counting to one thousand while riding with Grandma M out in San Diego. But as days turned colder as Christmas time drew nearer I would start to watch for lights upon houses during the long drives between Denver and our home in the country. I would judge them, I would sort them into good and bad categories, and I would try to count the strings of lights that were being used on every display.
I remembered this this as I was driving home the other night. Where once there were few houses and very few lights now they seem to cover every hillside. No longer would I go long minutes searching the darkness for the next isolated development. It is December and we are pushing back against the darkness with tiny points of light.