All Good Things

A stunning view, an origin story.

I don’t know how to take Christmas down in a non-maniacal way.

On January 2nd, I wake up with an EVERYTHING-MUST-GO mentality, a fire sale on holiday cheer.

Just one calendar day ago, these decorations looked merry and right, but now they are imposters, garish reminders that a cozy stretch of irretrievable time has ended. More, something that should’ve been obvious about the tree all along becomes clear: it’s…