To wade through a dense, quicksand of noise and reach home. Home that’s soft and empty in mellow silence.
To sleep with a pounding heart and wake up with streams of bright shards of pure sunlight zigzagging on your bed.
To shuffle around the kitchen aimlessly, and brew the kind of tea that makes you close your eyes and take you to a cold, frosty mountain peak.
To turn on the shower like you always do, but get bathed in childhood memories of cycling on a beach instead.
To watch the sun come down, the lights come up, and the traffic get more frenzied, yet more distant as you slowly meet the peace that peeps out of chaos.
To hold your heart in your hands – however you may expect to find it– broken, wounded, strong, healthy, tender, tough – but to see it hopeful and grateful. And, yes, smiling.
Merry Christmas everyone!