All I See is Where I Am, and Everywhere I'm Not

And for just a moment, everything was perfect. I took in the way the Christmas tree displayed my childhood memories, the way the French doors lit up with warm, fuzzy strings of lights. The way the setting sun set the sky ablaze, the snowflakes shimmering and dying out again. These days, things were less than okay. But in that moment, I was okay. And that's all that matters. I framed that moment in my head; the picture reminded me of the hope I have for the future.