Indira Ganesan

Writing, books, and coffee

December’s Start

Victorian, circa 1870

Victorian, circa 1870 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A cup of hope.  I drank a cup of coffee given by a friend the other day and it was delicious.  I who am so picky about the beans, the origin, the roasting times, a perfectionism that might have  likely led to my toothache, which happily, is receding, found it delicious without knowing anything about it except its name, “hair of dog.”

One more month in this year.  The darkening days that will soon turn light again, the host of holidays approaching, and cards to be written.  And posted.  Last fall I sat down meaning to send change of address cards to all my friends, but only got as far as “K.”

Let me bend with grace and reason, then, and pen some cards and notes of thanks, as we near the end of this year to soon begin another.

Categories: writing


3 replies

  1. Oh, how I wanted a cup of coffee! And to send out cards this season. Lovely post, Indira.


  2. Beautiful words. Beautiful December light bent with grace. Her long nights warmed by soft firelight. Lighting a candle for you tonight.


  3. Thank you, both. A foggu day here in Province-town. I wish I knew why the font appears so small on this post–hope you did not have to peer like I do!