Distance, loss, confrontation. The three things help to see everything in a different light.
Today - quite accidentally - I came across the holiday dinner for homeless, then I had coffee among tourists and hipsters, next I lit a candle in an almost empty cathedral and lastly my son fell asleep on my belly - holding my finger.
At first I wanted to write about the Christmas at my grandpartens' where it was warm and safe and my grandfather would take me to the forest - just before the Christmas supper. The snow was up to my knees then (I was 4 ye) and it was shining and sparkling in the dark just like millions of precious jewels. I still remember the taste of adventure and the extraordinary, the smell of snow and spruce and then the warmth of stoves and the sense of absolute, ultimate security.
But I decided to write about what the day brought me.