Screeching toward Bethlehem

So yeah, 12/20 already and the air is heavy, dry. Walking back from stuffing envelopes at Spare Change, I could barely breathe. Life at the moment is happening in stop-motion, like a pepsi commercial but way more significant: the stops are clear but the motion in between's a blur. I'm ok with that, tis the season and so on, but part of me is really psyched for, say, January 27, when it's all over and I'm sitting somewhere, just breathing. Yup, that would be good.