It was a subdued event this year.
Our surroundings were lavishly decorated. Beautiful. But it was different.
Not one person talked about it directly. No one dared. Spouses, loved ones, even some kids. Mingling. We smiled courteously. We talked about the kids, what they were doing, how they were fumbling and stumbling through adolescence and their formative years. We liked that topic because it mattered. We talked about how nice she looked or how handsome he was, probably because in the big scheme of things, it really didn’t matter.
We talked, we smiled, had a drink, had a mushroom, and later, tried to dance.
That’s because we knew we were lucky. Lucky to be standing there exchanging pleasantries.
And lucky to have a job.