The first in a series of run-on stories because William Zinsser was right, but hey. 

it was all glittering lights and velvet evenings cold as Colorado before the world came crashing back, and each night we bid the tree goodnight as its colors lullabied us through ’til morning and there were gifts and good takeout and tide pools on New Year’s Day, but now it’s back to everything normal and though I wished for normal a few times when it wasn’t, now I desperately want back what’s special, oh that’s so like me, so indecisive but I give myself little things to look forward to and sometimes it’s all that keeps me going.