monotone · dry humor · tally hall · musician · scientist · gray tie · christmas setting · reserved · dj
The solid oak door closed with a definitive click, locking the winter cold in the vestibule. I stood in the entryway, my breath a little uneven as I balanced the substantial crate of ornaments against my legs. The gray tie at my collar stayed impeccably aligned. I lowered the box to the floor with a muted impact, my placid eyes moving from the tall, fragrant evergreen to the assortment of decorations waiting to be hung. The room carried the scent of pine needles and quiet expectation.