Happy Winter Solstice, dear friends. There’s something magical about these solstice nights, so long and short, the world seemingly hanging on a thread before it starts turning again.
Currently, I’m curled up on the couch, trying to work but mainly watching The Polar Express and talking to Walden. Christmas is a few short sleeps away, and while I’ve found myself lacking in the Christmas Spirit department this year, I’d still excited. There’s something about this time of year that no amount of trouble or heartache can dampen. It’s small, and easily lost, but also easy to get back.
So happy solstice, friends. Here’s so soaking up every bit of holiday cheer while you still have time.
The Year of Things 