Thinking about my family today, especially my mom. Her voice sound louder and clearer in my head then it had in months. The memories of childhood comversations, of confrontations, of feeling helpless and lost and not quite being able to tell why. Of that venear of normaliy being grinded one day at a time, knowing that one day it'll crack and break, and both expecting and dreading that day.
Like some strange aftermath of my trip to Israel or a strange side effect of this Christmas spirit.
Funny how distances between places and distances between pasts and present can crumble in a wink of an eye.