By the time I left the dojang last night, it was not merely cold, but cold and dark. It was not the ‘oh, it’s winter’ type cold but a brittle bitter biting chill that makes you feel as if with every movement you might shatter. And the darkness was black – no moon, no stars, no discernible light emanating from anywhere until I started up the car.
My mood went from okay to dismal. The streets were empty. Houses closed. All the songs on the radio were sad. But as I rounded a corner, up ahead I saw some lights.
I thought to myself “Wow, they still have their holiday lights up.” And I scoffed at first. The holidays are over. Time to return to reality. But as I drove closer, I felt the brightness and the sparkle and the joy.
So thank you, and please don’t rush to turn off or take down your decorations.
They’re keeping me warm.