In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning.
--F. Scott Fitzgerald
Maybe it's because I spent Thanksgiving Day alone. Or maybe it's because I talked to my brother and two of my sisters over Thanksgiving and felt how much I miss them. Or maybe it's because I watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade for the first time in I don't know how many years. Or maybe it's because one of my sister's lives so far way. Or maybe it's because we bought a Christmas tree yesterday. Or maybe it's because of what happened to my brother-in-law's family. Or maybe it's because Christmas is coming. I don't know.
I do know that I am homesick. I want to move back to Denver. I miss it.
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