I’m Worried About Christmas

This is, perhaps the most beautiful autumn I’ve ever experienced in a lifetime spent admiring New York autumns. The color of the landscape reminds me of sunsets and postcards, of spiced hot chocolate, and warm oatmeal cookies.

I should embrace the beauty around me as if it were a gift, but I can’t. I am deeply worried. I’m trying (and failing) to suppress a sense of perpetual doom. My concerns were recently echoed…