Walking to the end of my first (last) wild day – I spotted clusters of balloons through a window. Fitting! There were some red ones (was one of them mine?) and white and green, too. They were shaped like candy canes and ornaments and all of a sudden I was not the girl I headed home as. They made me long for fires and snow and cookies and permanence. Then the wind hit my eye…
I will give you one holiday. Use it carefully. I am terrified that you won’t.
