Having been tasked with clearing the dead things from a neighbor’s garden, I wander the aisles of a store seeking a kaiser blade.
I am informed by a clerk where they would be, but as she says, Christmas has “taken over everything.” Indeed, it has.
At least, the fake trees, blow-up snow men, and glitter-covered snowflakes that seem to constitute the essence of Christmas nowadays have, the loud decorations anathema to that long ago Silent Night.
Though I walk the totality of the store thrice, the tools I seek to prepare the planted ground for the coming of winter are nowhere to be found.
I leave empty-handed, my soul disquieted, with the vague uneasiness that something precious has been disrupted.
Outside the sky is gray and I wonder why I am suddenly so cold.