A Partridge in a Pear Tree: A Picture of 2013

On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me…A partridge in a pear tree!

Yey! We’re almost done with this year’s song. In a few hours, it will be a brand new year, a brand new start.

I’m supposed to share a picture of what I am seeing for my 2013 and what better way to do that than to paint the scene with words and phrases, sentences, paragraphs, and interjections? Oh, but I shall add an accompanying illustration as well — an original which looks like it was taken straight out of a Final Fantasy fanfic site, in my opinion. But I “drew” it myself. Okay, enough intro. Here’s a painting of my 2013 for you:


Brick upon brick, upon brick, upon brick, upon brick. Slab upon slab, upon slab, upon slab, upon even more dazzling gemlike slabs of stone. I spread a layer of cement between each one, the glue unusually silky but dependably strong.

That should do the trick. That should keep them steady. That should hold them in place.

That should be enough to keep them from toppling over.

I scrape off the excess putty and take a look at the brilliant wall. It was no joke trying to build it. But it was all a work of love, a labour of devotion, an endeavor of enamorment. All that made lifting the heavy bricks, touching the jagged slabs, and putting every single thing in place so much easier than it would have been if love hadn’t been part of the equation.

I pause, daring myself to believe it. Completion. The word resounds in my ears.

Sure it’s just a wall. Sure it’s just a portion of the house, of the Cathedral, of my castle of dreams.

But what I have been putting my focus into building is now — well, technically “are now” —