The Lights

Reflection is something that can easily be taken for granted and forgotten about.  Out of all the things that we do and of all the memories made, we get caught up in the now, and especially with the busy schedules and lifestyles that we live.  But I think reflection can  be rejuvenating.  Actually, I know it can.  Ted knows this too.  He used to be big on just sitting back, relaxing, and soaking up all the things around him.  He was once even told that he was very observant.  I guess that is a good thing.  But one of Ted's favorite things to do was to sit around, the atmosphere, of course, being Christmas themed, and just hang out with all his buds, who were usually playing music.  But since Ted loved music, he and his friends were very close.  Heck, they still are.  Very close.  But he slightly turned away from this hobby, maybe because Christmas had passed, but it really never had anything to do with Christmas.  The things that he used to love to do, he just simply stopped doing.  The flame of passion was blown out by the clock.  Ted was suddenly busy, he thought.  He lost sight of what used to drive him, his lively hood.  But from what he has recently told me, he's got it back.  He now embraces the silence, because it deserves it; he embraces the dark, because he deserves it; he embraces the sounds, because they need it; he embraces the lights, because he needs it.  The relevance of each is important to the functions of all.  These things has Ted remembering what it is like to be sinking down lowly, carpet below him, fingers actively typing away, with the sweet atmosphere filled with sounds of silence and the slow hum of the heart being poured out Forever Ago.  There is something about that sound that refuses to decay. So with all the things that have come and gone from now till then, I can still remember to hit the lights.