Something about the month of December seems to make us all stand at attention. Everyone is feeling something. Everyone gets a little more honest, if not to each other then, maybe, to ourselves. Sitting in the dark by the light of a tree strung with bulbs, we can think. Or drink. Look our friends in the eye. Gather our memories in a box, worn down puzzle pieces that fit together to form a picture of our lives. Every time we pour it out onto the floor, the puzzle changes. You can put it together however you want, and, every year, you try. There’s no image on the box to mimic, just the ever-shifting landscape of what you want life to look like for yourself and the ones you love.

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Posted on Friday the 9th of December 2011 at 3:53 PM