A passing thought across the water...

Spilled Christmas colors and strands of sparkling white reflect off the river.

I wish I had a wishing penny. I wish I had a wish.

I wish I knew why Nancy died.

Her house was up these valley banks over the Housatonic on a dark hillside.

She drank.

she struggled and hurt and loved.

She brought it to an end.

I was just thinking of you Nancy, and the wild carnival of light in your eyes.