CALIX
The Christmas holiday has never been a special thing. To me it is just like every other day. Completely normal.
I did not see the importance of that normalcy until now that it has been taken away by endless guilt and wondering if someone miles away is having hers right—normal.
Does she smile like she used to, even at all?
Is anyone giving her a hard time like I did?
For the first time, I am getting that normal is a luxury that I never knew I had.
Chelsea piers. The courthouse is empty because no sane person plays outside on a day like this. I'm out here because I need the cold.
High 25. Low 13. The forecast says "trace precipitation"— which is a fancy way of saying that the sky is the color of old, wet Newspaper and it's too cold to snow.
The blacktop is worse.
