Follow the Light

On Thursday, I had to drive to a part of the city where I'd never been to pick up Jimmy's Christmas present. When I left the embassy, it was blue skies, which was a blessing because the traffic would've been an even worse pre-Christmas nightmare had it been raining.

My euphoria was short-lived because the clouds rolled in very quickly.

But there was always a window of light straight in front of me. Sort of a subliminal Christmas message to follow the Light.

I hope no matter where you're celebrating this most joyous of holiday seasons, it is merry and bright!