There is a crispness to the air, a scent like evergreen as Christmas approaches.
The children run past me, laughing, anticipating the opening of presents and too many treats and no school for weeks.
People with packages smiling do not notice me, a man alone. Faded.
Faded into the holiday background.
With eyes downcast, as he awaits his GLV2... his Blue Ice Explosion 5v GLV2.
His first 5v mod.
No. There is no sprightliness to my step. There is no rosy cheek. No promised child in a creche. No chorus of angels. No chestnuts on the fire.
There is only waiting, waiting..... a vast expanse of waiting....
Awaiting the arrival of the battery chargers Jay tells me.
I weep..... and check my email for a tracking number.... and weep... and flood my attys with my 0 nic e-juice laden tears.
