Let’s meet up this weekend to make holiday cards, put cloves in oranges like when we were little, sip egg nog, and eat cake. We’ll wear our coziest sweaters even though we know that as soon as the sun starts shining, it’ll be too hot to keep them on, our cheeks red from the heat, fingers sore from the crafts. We keep going, remembering – lamenting – that everything is temporary.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Vangelis by Sylvaine Delacourte. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
