On a wintry January evening, I come home after a hard day at work.<\/p>\n
The house is cold and dark. The night, chilly and damp and entirely appropriate for a winter evening. I enter through the back door. For a moment, I wonder if something happened to my cat because he didn’t greet me as soon as I came through the door. But before the thought can turn to worry, Quiet Rustle appears and brushes his greeting against my legs.<\/p>\n
I make my way through the darkened house. Normally,\u00a0 I would be turning the lights on as I moved about\u00a0 in the dark. But on a mid-January night like tonight, I go through the rooms turning on the Christmas lights that still hang in the windows. There’s just something wonderful and uplifting seeing the festive lights dispelling the bleak, cold darkness.<\/p>\n
And this year, like last, there just seems to be so much darkness to dispel.<\/p>\n
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