the open door, the outside, the spinning of the world.
i searched for christmas novels yesterday, wanting something with snow and angels and silent nights, with candlelight and old fashioned trees, a house in the woods or maybe city streets draped with lights, people on the sidewalks, their arms piled high with packages wrapped in red. carols in the background. comfort and cocoa and the smells of cinnamon and peppermint. i ended up with something; i don't remember the title, only that it is something to take me away from the real world outside the door.