December is like outer space: cold enough to freeze your heart in an instant, dark enough to obliterate hope. A billion tiny lights and a lot of emptiness.
What keeps my heart from freezing: those lights, prayers, sparrows, hyacinths, ancient traditions, the beauty of ice, concerts where choirs sing old songs in Latin.
Also, a daylight lamp, lots and lots of books and the anticipation of a chocolate-covered holiday.
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