Time doesn’t fly. It races beside you in your attempt to keep up. I never thought I’d come to believe, as I’m living on Christmas carols and a roomy mug of hot tea. A lot happens in a year. You find a person in the weirdest manner, one who truly cares. We lose people, but we gain new ones. We forge bonds with previous strangers that are now stronger than ever. Your outlook may be slightly or entirely altered. Each day is a new opportunity to find the greatness in normality. I sit atop my pile of thoughts, overtaken by presents and haunted by the stale cookies of Christmases past. Everything is a pool of red and green bliss.