it felt like Christmastime

Hello. Welcome to December.

Today I found myself in Manitou, walking Flower in the chill of the early morning, talking to Elahav and Zaccai over the creek as they leaned out the window. Some moments capture rightness so much that it's downright blasphemous to talk about them.

I loved this town. I still do. Being in Manitou fills me with the best of the bittersweet, at the close of one chapter and start of another. I just hope I always have this place to come back to, this dog to fall asleep on my feet, this trust of walking home after dark.

I hope this Advent that I'm really ready for everything that is born.