It's the undoing that I hate most about the holidays. The taking down, the putting it all away, the saying goodbye...to the season, and to my mom. I really hate that she's gone. It's always the worst part of her being here: the leaving. And I had so much more to say about that, but it's just pathetically embarrassing to be carrying on that way so I deleted it all. Instead, I'll share with you just a few of those items with which I simply can't yet bear to part...and a sunset, just because.