Christmas Thoughts

I am sitting at home alone tonight, my mind wandering back to Ireland. My last visit was nearly two long years ago. I miss it so. This time of year reminds me of Christmas and New Year's in Ireland. I remember drinking in an Irish Pub with one of my best friends in the world. Both he and I wanted to get out for New Year's Eve after a week of not getting out much due to the weather. We went to small cute pub in Douglas Village outside of Cork. While there we met three other people, two girls from New Jersey, and a guy from London. We all ended up sitting at ajoining tables. We danced, we sang, and we drank until well past midnight. A lifetime's worth of memories in one night. Whenever I feel cold misty rain on my face I think back to that time.

I am sitting here now, listening to Van Morrison's "Into the Mystic" and remembering. I wonder if I will ever get back there. I wonder if it will be the same as I remember or if nostalgia has made it more shiny and brilliant to me over time. Maybe both.