I glance to my right and see red, blue, and yellow streaks refracting across Arlington sky. In wonderment, I’ve seen them, these colored lights projected, uncertain of from where they come and disinterested. They’re splendid.

More months have passed. More fantasy novels started and stopped before completion, returned prematurely to Aurora Hills Branch Library. I rode my bicycle over today, winter cap and coat my protection from frigid air, to drop off Circe and pick up Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.

The House impeached Trump this week for abuse of power and obstruction of Congress. Many liberals fear it could become a liability for members in competitive districts. Who knows? The president should set a model for behavior. Trump’s model is to bully, to lie, to cheat, and to scapegoat — and letting such egregious violations of our public trust go unchecked would constitute a failure of oversight and a betrayal of justice. He’s broken our laws in plain sight and invited impeachment upon himself. The Senate now will decide in which manner a trial will be held. Shall new witnesses come forward and share first-hand accounts of what happened and why? McConnell and company are making a case for a quick trial with no additional evidence-gathering.

It’s holiday season now. I’ll be riding home by GoBus on Tuesday and returning on Jan 1, 2020, the first day of a new decade. I wonder where I’ll be in ten years time at 33 years old. Will I be engaged or married? Children? Will I be alone, consumed by work in government or campaigns? Will my grandmothers still be alive to witness who I’ve become? Will Daniel have made his first million-dollar grossing motion picture? Will my father still be teaching at Great Neck South High School? Will any of my friends disappear without a trace left behind?

I’m extraordinarily lucky. I’m lucky for my friends, and my parents, and my brother, and my job. I’m lucky to be getting paid to fight for what I want my country to become, to write messages that people read, words that move people to action. I’m moved almost to tears thinking about how fortunate I am at this very moment, a brisk wind churning outside my window, the rainbow glow between my blinds waving to me good night.