Though I tend to complain about the overabundance of holiday-themed tunes and cardboard store decorations post-Thanksgiving, I can find a few things to love this time of year, and one of them is all the light.
My family used to practice a Christmas Eve tradition, where we’d pile into my dad’s car, driving around town in the darkness, with the sole purpose of gazing at the Christmas lights. Where most others set off for church services or gathered in their living rooms, we crawled along at fifteen miles an hour, looking left and right, enjoying the color and light.
Even with the waning sun, I always feel happily inundated by light in the final weeks of the year. Of course, I am currently celebrating the festival of lights, and were I to have a menorah, I’d be preparing for five candle lights after sunset tonight.
I’ve been enjoying foods light in color, though not in flavor, like creamy raw cauliflower soup.
Plus delicious lighter meals that balance out the equally delicious heavier ones.
There are city lights peeking through the rain, brightening evening walks home.
And nighttime lights that seep even the tiniest glow into every dark apartment.
And the necessity: the traditional holiday lights, courtesy of the towering tree just a few paces down my street.