The lights come with the season;
Basic, More, Extraordinary.
Each year there is a new story;
Time, Effort, Exhaustion.
Their beauty inspires;
Wonder, Intrigue, Awe.
In the end;
Hope, Love, Contentment.
If only for the moment.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
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Wonderful, especially the ending!
This is a lovely way to recognize the one thing I think is taken for granted at the holidays-the season wouldn’t feel so magical without the lights!