..So this is Christmas..
The dawn is breaking on Christmas morning. As I take in the sights around me, grey clouds brimming with rain hang overhead. The air is chilly, and still, all at once. A couple cross the street below, returning from their morning walk, while birds chirping greet the morning air. In a distance, a mist hangs low over the trees, as if to drown the greenery with dew. I almost wish the mist were a...