By tradition, I’ve put away holiday decorations on Epiphany, but the peripatetic life I lead challenges most routines. Thus, it’s only today that I’ve gotten the last glittery, glass balls put away.
All very moderate, really.
Nothing at all like the glories of the Oxford Hotel in Denver, which led to a great many photographs of sparkling splendor.
It’s the start of term — time to trade glitter for books.