"It never stops. We move and change ceaselessly. That Christmas spell begins pervading my everyday movements sometime in mid-November. The lights burning like embers through the windows and the fires sparking at dusk and the snowfalls after midnight urges something inside of me to let the people I love warm every ounce of my faded, stretched, weary soul. And I get breathless when I look back on the year."
-beginnings / r.h.b. / nov 2014