The December holidays bring many families and friends together, and if not in person, across distances…and if not in the present moment, in memory. December also brings the year to a close, one year ending and giving way to a another, a cycle that as I age takes on different meaning. Looking at passing time feels layered: there’s memory of what was and what wasn’t, the present moment and what is – or appears to be, and projections of what could or what cannot. There’s sometimes longing...