Christmas Eve is quiet this year.
It simply feels quieter, emptier, more anticipatory. Of what, I do not know.
Perhaps it is the absence of loved ones. My mother. The Wife's longtime coworker and family friend.
Perhaps it is transition in our workplaces. Coworkers retiring and/or departing. Turmoil.
Perhaps it is the snow that is falling.
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It feels pagan and holy.
It feels as though a liminal zone of the living and dead.
It feels as though walking over a threshold.
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