A Sunday Night in December
For a moment, things are slowing down — like the snow in a snow globe, after being shaken.
Today was a day of movement. Buying gifts. Writing-out cards. Catching up. Now, I’m drifting past ten and gliding toward bed. Lighting the midnight oil is less common for me these nights — out of necessity. I’m learning to tend to my sleep like a garden. And talk of a dreamlike thought: these are the last few days before Christmas. How did that much time slip by?
Here’s to a smooth week.
And to Holiday moments, slowed-down.