every few blocks up sixth avenue, christmas trees are being sold on the sidewalk. i love walking through these fifteen feet of temporary city-forests. that smell of balsam. brisk, sparkling, winter. i have a perpetual soundtrack of bing crosby holiday songs gliding through my mind.
and though my new york apartment seems far too small for even the smallest of trees, i will always remember my house in vermont with my lovely friends, and how each year we had our own beautifully decorated tree in our living room, fondly.
