a christmas card for a distant love

Sometimes I think about the cars that pass by my window as I'm typing. Tonight I sent a merry christmas email to a distant love. May be just the fact that I haven't much to say other than merry christmas shows that we are distant.

The stack of christmas cards on my desk have not been sent. There are all blue. The print on the card is a painting done in a background blue colour. In the centre of the picture are two ducks. The moon is full. The temperature is cold but the animals are warm.

When I have this feeling about wanting to create, to write something, naturally I turn to writing random sentences, sometimes very very random. Then I go back to chipping away at the short story that I'm working on. I find it difficult to get excited about poetry.