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...

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...