The holidays have a way of turning noise into a kind of blur. There are dishes clattering, children running through hallways, someone laughing too loudly from another room. The air smells like cinnamon and old stories.
The holidays have a way of turning noise into a kind of blur. There are dishes clattering, children running through hallways, someone laughing too loudly from another room. The air smells like cinnamon and old stories.