Peace.

With the fog that drifts and the gulls that swing slowly by above me on a cool, clear morning, I mark my first Christmas away from home.  I am away from my mother and from D.  He couldn't make it to Christmas but I'll see him for New Year's Day.

I feel poised upon a needle and at the same time I feel I could fly, I am so alone and terrified and free.  The gulls never mask their loneliness when they cry from above and I too feel like shrieking with pain and joy: I am glad to be young and wondering and questing and hopeful.  There is a searing, soaring sort of peace resting just within, a clear note that never fades.

For Christmas Day I wish that it could be called Hope and Love Day and that every single person can take part and we can all hold hands and feel through to the other without our fears and hates and miserable thoughts.

I wish everyone kindness, peace, and most of all hope.