People around Lexington are starting to put out Christmas lights. The bright colors made me smile last night. A sense of joy started deep inside my stomach and worked its way upwards until I was covered in it. No, I wasn't giddy, but I was happy. I loved seeing the first Christmas lights of the season. It is as if people are welcoming hope back into their lives, just like me. Should I think of it like that? It would be nice to think people are living and loving and hoping for a good Christmas, a good beginning to the new year officially. It is a unifying thought and feeling, and I need that.
I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. Still, my heart longs to return to the top of Low Gap mountain and peer off into the distance; to see the hills rolling and tumbling out before me, and the wind ruffling the trees' leaves, causing them to ripple like waves in some immense pond.
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