December rolls in

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This morning is foggy. Silent, thick, and my favorite.
Welcome, December.
I want to snuggle into an oversized sweater, sip some tea and watch the fog roll around.
Thinking about December and the panic that comes with traveling and gifts.
But also about the twinkling lights, hot apple cider and traditions.
Advent. Waiting. Anticipation.
Anxiety. Unknown. Release, open hands, receiving.
Peace.
Again, lost in the hypnosis of this foggy morning.