The tenor of things changes come winter. The days are so short. But there’s still the same amount of time. It’s exhausting.
This weekend saw me going from a holiday party to driving around the neighborhood looking at Christmas lights.
In the morning I got up to have breakfast with my nieces and Santa. From there it was a friend’s 60th birthday party, dinner with my parents, Christmas in the park, and home to watch Hallmark movies.
Sunday I went to the gym and climbed for hours and then the weekend was over. Just like that.
It was beautiful and busy and lovely but it all felt like long, dark nights.