And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day.

So, this is the time when it's mostly dark most of the time, but the sky is the brightest and richest thing I've ever seen. The wind goes through me and I want to curl into myself all the time. But it's also the time when we cultivate the light and the warmth within ourselves and pass it along in neatly folded packets, from pocket to pocket. It's the time when I am most grateful for the gift which have been passed on to me, like the dream I carry and the wishes I scatter. Most of all, I'm grateful for the chance to explore the inner caverns of a dreamer lover-someone who I've known forever and ever, yet cannot fully grasp. He' someone who I'd thought I'd never connect with, yet have always been drawn to. The most frightening idea turned into the brightest fire and the warmest night...