The day of Christmas Eve.
A fresh layer of snow has nearly melted as the overcast sky of morning clears. I woke on my own, watched all of the shows I wanted–including one with Frank. The aroma of freshly baked lasgna still pervades the kitchen. Soon, we will meet the rest of the family at Mira’s sister’s house.
It’s Christmas Eve: a celebration of light shining in darkness. Why, then, does the darkness close in?
The wolf I should not feed growls in anticipation. The one I should stays silent. An arid emptiness arises, instead of the comforting joy I expect.
& I have only my own choices to blame.
in and out of the clouds
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