The view from an airplane is so captivating at night. The lights spill out before you as you come closer - the streetlights in the developments form shapes like modern day constellations. Then, coming closer, you see the dashes and numbers set along the runway, all a language you don't speak. Unfortunately, my photo doesn't do justice to all the glitter.
Hermit crabs, sadly, aren't welcome on airplanes. Mine'll be staying with a coworker while I'm away for Christmas. My stuffed animals, who like having other little critters around, are especially sad to say goodbye. But we'll be back in January!
This is my first Christmas in a new part of the country, and it's taking some getting used to! The traditions are unfamiliar, and the weather is just ... wrong. But it's definitely beautiful in its own right. I really enjoyed my evening with friends, exploring a new way of celebrating the season.
When I was small I eagerly welcomed the coming of Advent. Each year, we put electric candles in all of the windows. They were a source of such joy for me! My mom and dad unplugged them all before they went to bed, so, since I went to bed early, I got to drift off to sleep with the candle in my window still glowing. I laid in bed and watched the pattern it made on my ceiling, and the way beams of light snuck out through the folds of the curtains. The light brought to my stomach that tingly feeling of anticipation and excitement, and it filled my heart with warmth and peace.
This Advent, I don't have any candles for my windows. I got a little strand of twinkle lights from the thrift store and I strung them around my window. It's only me (no Mom and Dad to check on me) so I have to unplug them before I get in bed. But I still feel that warmth and excitement, that Advent hope, when I see the lights' soft beams.