I sit with my face to the embers. The glow of the tree lights intruding from the right. My face: an ember, reflecting the heat of the ashes and the light of a past holiday.
I crouch beside the stone and carbon. My skin: hot and tight, pulling me into this moment. This marked occasion. This passing of instants in a torrent of glimpses and gleams.
The final fire of the year, but not the season. With hopes this was the final visit of a lengthy season, for it certainly is the last of the year.
We are home. Again. On the Eve of a holiday. Again. We are so grateful. Again.
The village around our little family is diverse in its connection, makeup, and geography, but our being home is truly thanks to each individual within.
The second trip to the hospital this week was harder. The first trip I was calm; I was grounded; I was ready.
This trip, I was not… at first. I found my feet before, I hope, she noticed they’d been knocked out. She, true to form, was nothing short of inspiring.
Here’s to a new year, for each and all of us and every other’s A year full of love, inspiration, health, knowledge, persistence, care, and untethered support.
plumdirt 
I’ve been thinking about you and yours. I won’t wish you the typical “happy new year” as that is pablum. I will wish you and yours strength and resolve and large measures of calm and good health.
Thank you. We’re hopeful that with the new answer we’ll be well and fine with time and rest.
May you and yours have a year of plenty and peace.
My best wishes to a hospital-free 2018. *Hugs*
Thank you. That’s been our wish as well and so far so good!
So beautifully written, I wish that the circumstances could have been different.
Me, too, but at least everything was the best possible outcome in the end.