If wishes were portents
A cool 35°F and gentle breezes greet me this December morning. ISIS kills off a few more Christians and forces their daughters into a proper Muslim marriage. Allah be proud of His little Jihadi’s. But tonight in more peaceful parts of the world, the interstice between Chanukah and Christmas Eve is sundown. One blends into the other with the imperceptible flicker of a candle flame. Dedication and Birth. I hope that it is as portentous as it seems.