It’s That Time of Year

It’s that time of year. Well, it’sthat time of year, too. But what I mean is that it’s the disappearing time of year.

This December has been so warm that I’ve found myself pulled outside to wonder at the strangeness of the weather. The last week has been gray and humid and warm enough to make me think of March and tornado season. Languid is the best word I can think of to describe it. But my interior life has been anything but languid.

For the past few years I’ve spent each holiday season on...