Down the Rabbit Hole

Despair and the Seasonal Comforts of a Roaring Fire

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DAY 1841 November 30, 2017
I was told this evening happiness has a voice but despair has none. Do you agree or disagree? Can we really have one without the other?

Happiness is the full and vibrant voice of a gospel choir. It is the sudden soft giggle of a toddler laughing during a midnight dream. Happiness is the full-throated warble of a 2nd classroom singing Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. It is the whispered sweet-nothings that float between lovers and the tentative piano notes my daughter coaxes from the keys. Despair has no audible signatures. Despair has no vocalizations. It is creeping and silent. It drowns out all the joyful noises of a happy life. Those who suffer with depression so often do so in a deep, dark silence.


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Day 1444 November 30, 2017
Prompt: There is no place more delightful then one's own fireplace. Write about your thoughts on this.

I am a child of winter. My fireplace, though impractical, brings me immense seasonal joy. The first bite of flame makes me happy, that smell of crackling wood instantly calms me. I don't know of any moments more peaceful then the ones that are passed in front of a roaring fire with the heavy New England snow falling outside the darkening windows. i