the way this late November sun sheds no warmth at all. In fact, this dull light seems to make me feel colder. But it's not really mysterious. Tomorrow the short Thanksgiving break is over; I return to work; my son flies back to Seattle; everything that was imperfect on Wednesday but that I invoked the holiday to freeze in one distant, dim frame, like a DVD on Pause, will jump back into motion.
But that's tomorrow, right? Yes, but the dread has a way of kicking in early. So this is the main event - the fight for our right to be happy despite the facts. The right to be unreasonably serene.
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