The month of December was one for lament.
She was filled with nostalgic air; inhabited with days of gift-making, plot-scheming, power outages, unusually gracious sunny days, familiar paths, my first car; and dearly unexpected encounters, new appreciations, old connections.
December carried heaviness with its days, as I remembered back a year ago at this time, but she also held such delight, a newfound excitement for the holidays like I have never known.
