Finally, the weekend, and with it comes fun! I haven’t done any real shopping yet, but I’m really in a holiday-nostalgia mood this morning. I don’t know if I reallllly want to face the crowds shopping today, but part of me can’t resist the shops decked out in full holiday splendor. It’s at times like this that I really, achingly miss New York.
As I was browsing through some photos, I stared for a long time at one we took in Prague two years ago. After catching a glimpse of the Astronomical Clock (rather, as we were jostled past it), we went to the market at Staroměstské náměstí. Dusk was setting in – that gloomy, broody eastern European twilight – and the holiday decorations glimmered against it. To me, those are the colors of Christmas: the sparks of brightness against dark. I suppose that is the story of Christmas, isn’t it?
So today, that’s my hunt. I’d like to shop, not to waste money on useless gifts, but to find those little pockets of joy and delight. I’d love to find the scent that captures that, too, though I can’t imagine what that could be at the moment. It image, that idea also really ties to our upcoming marriage – against all odds, light sparks again through the darkness. And for that, I’m profoundly thankful.