every year i tell myself i’m not going to get sentimental, but this christmas kind of snuck up on me. the snow came down in those slow, lazy flakes that make everything feel softer, and i ended up walking past the old bakery where the windows fog up from the ovens. inside, a kid was laughing at something i couldn’t hear, and for some reason it hit me harder than i expected.
on the way home, i carried that feeling with me like maybe the world isn’t perfect, but for a moment it felt warm enough to believe things can still turn out alright. it wasn’t some big magical moment, just a quiet one, but honestly, those are the ones that stick.