|From November Photos|
Today is my parents Annual Epiphany Party. For the first time ever, only one of us kids will be present at the party, which is terribly sad. Anyway, since I didn't post this on Epiphany, and since I always think Epiphany lasts till the time the last person leaves after the party...
Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.
--from T. S. Eliot's "The Journey of the Magi"