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There has been a biting chill in the air for the past few days, and at night, the north wind smells like snow, like the Lake, like secret wishes a seventeen-year-old once whispered to the stars at midnight.
I wrote those last two lines at around eleven last night, and when I awoke this morning, it was about eighty degrees outside. I woke up sweating.
There's a weird feeling settling down in my heart as this solar year draws to a close. Neither I nor my family have ever been much for the Christmas spirit- with my mother not being an overtly religiously person, we were certainly never the family spending Christmas in church, and the commercialism of the season always irritated her.Presents were never a focus of this period of time for us, and getting the extended family together was certainly never a goal.
Despite all of this, I'm super homesick right now, and I think that's probably because Christmas is rolling nearer.
I wrote those last two lines at around eleven last night, and when I awoke this morning, it was about eighty degrees outside. I woke up sweating.
There's a weird feeling settling down in my heart as this solar year draws to a close. Neither I nor my family have ever been much for the Christmas spirit- with my mother not being an overtly religiously person, we were certainly never the family spending Christmas in church, and the commercialism of the season always irritated her.Presents were never a focus of this period of time for us, and getting the extended family together was certainly never a goal.
Despite all of this, I'm super homesick right now, and I think that's probably because Christmas is rolling nearer.