Wild days these are, forced into hibernation, fed by high-calorie nutrition and fermented beverages.
We celebrate, together and alone. We must adhere to the rules of festivities, it is the law. We are frozen, internally and externally.
We light up our homes and try to push the dark away.
The lights illuminate our faces, our loved ones. But here we are, facing the underbelly of what was hidden all year. The light shines through layers of socialised mannerisms that were carefully established all year.
Some bloom in these times, some are reclusive.
It does not matter whether you are the deer, frozen in the headlights of a speeding vehicle running towards you or the last piece of cheese left behind on the charcuterie board of Christmas.
In the end, you’re all, frozen.