Through the creation of music not with instrument, but songs sung in unspoken language and dancing and stomping and clapping and deep laughs and satisfied smiles.
Scooting up close to a glowing, clicking fire as the night grew cold, eating a warm dinner while watching others peacefully and slowly enjoy theirs.
Through the mixing of a world people with homes in many places, a celebration of new friends, new experiences.
Holding a child wrapped tight in a blanket as he fought to fall asleep despite cold toes.
Eating warm, gooey pumpkin bread baked in the ground with twinkling coals heaped upon its container.
Through laughing at stories told from familiar faces and new friends.
Through the awe-filled wonder of an orange sunset. The deepest night dusted with bright sparkling stars and Milky Way galaxy. The faded dots as the larger-than-life yellow moon started its ascent through the chilly sky.
Knowing it was not the end, yet hoping time would turn back amidst numb goodbyes and heartfelt handshakes.
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