You point to a brick of marshmallows and nuts. "Rocky Road was invented in Oakland," you helpfully inform her as she rings you up. She does not care.
You grab a coffee and take a seat on a bench decorated like a sleigh.
You unwrap a piece, take a bite, and wait.
Your toes tingle. Because it's cold.
Your heart flutters. Because you feel hope.
The darkness will lighten. Days will again be warm and bright. Renewal, rebirth. The cycle begins again.
Surging with joy, you leap to your feet and