There is something about this city at this time of year that makes me feel hopeful. It’s the subways and sidewalks packed with people of all walks of life trying to budget the best ways to make the people in their lives happy.
I have bags packed with gifts and I’ll be bringing them away from the city and its hopeful lights to recognize that love can’t be bought, wrapped or returned.
Because time goes to show you that no matter how much things change (and they always do), life keeps moving forward as though nothing has changed at all.
Christmas with its cards and trees and packages is predictable, along with the New Year marking all that’s happened (how much!) and so quickly (how fast!).
When everything changes, I suppose that means we have no choice but to change with it, and maybe recognize that the hopeful lights of Manhattan (if you’re lucky) can follow you home.
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