Greetings from a new year,
Something about my holiday was great this time around family friends and a steady helping of food. One thing that seems to permeate these experiences, a subtly haunting feeling always seems creeping. The clock seems determined: the passage of time like a background to the holidays, the presents are different, you no longer wait on Santa, and the feeling that yes there can in fact be something as too much food.
I couldn't tell what it was about time that persistently seemed to say, hey! time continues marching on keep up! Perhaps it was that New Years is a Holiday devoted entirely to counting down. Like we all are celebrating the steady march towards the end: prisoners doing the jail house rock. It's magical