I had a kind of magical experience this evening. I came home from a long day of classes and quizzes and presentations, tired and grouchy. I was huffing and puffing my way in the door when I noticed a lot of families seemed to be standing around in the street, and then I saw several cop cars. I was expecting to see some juicy law enforcement about to happen, when, lo and behold, the CSU marching band started parading down my side-street playing Christmas tunes. And I mean the full band — marchers and color guard and all. But the best part was that—wait for it—they were all LIT UP. Like, the stripes on their pants and the feathers in their hats had lights on/in them. There was something indescribably special about it in that moment, and I felt like a little kid, and it kind of fixed everything for awhile.
