Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even kinda true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Saturday, December 26, 2020
Wake Up, It’s Christmas
Christmas comes under a yellowish-grey sky, bringing rain that washes the slush from the streets. We chat over piles of food and Christmas carols twinkling out of bluetooth speakers, talking about politics and family members we don’t get to see this year. It’s been a weird year, but there’s nothing too off about this Christmas, right?