12.19.25

Last night - the fire T made and the smell of birch, pine, and cedar burning. My brothers next to me. O packed a snowball and it flew across the field and into the pond. Potatoes wrapped in foil were roasting in the fire. We ate them with butter and salt. Then O handed me a green mochi in a clear wrapper. Merry Christmas, he said. That was it. That was enough, thank you.