On Christmas Eve, a few of us went out on the patio overlooking the park. It was cold, and as dusk set in, we could see fog like smoke settling into the trees. It was a moment that you don't expect to be able to capture when you take a picture. The clouds felt like a ceiling above us and we could see that they touched the mountain on the other side of the city, making things feel a little more closed-in, like we were in a giant room, and you could bounce a ball off the wall of it if you could just throw it hard enough...and listen to the echoes.