The sun rose slowly over the horizon, a bright ball of fire burning the morning dew off of the canvas tents. All was still in the encampment, the residents therein concealed from the crisp morning air for a few moments longer. They were all eager to start the day, though
Past pursuits prepare, Present problems persevere, Post placements provoke.
Three start together, One added two subtracted, Two apart again.
Numbness does occur, When scabs of emotion form, From wounds ripped open.
The city bustled with excitement, a merry time of year had arrived for those who wished to observe such occasions. Many citizens had taken to the market squares and public meeting places, their growing anticipation for the days ahead removing any of the usual barriers that divided them from the
Christmas Disquisition An evaluation of an especially eccentric time of year. Regardless of how or why you observe December 25th, this was written for you. While I do speak more pointedly to those that celebrate this day as a commemoration of the birth of Jesus Christ, I gladly extend my