“A Christmas Carole” of sorts, symbolic past, present, and future. The train set, reminiscent of my childhood, and the model beneath our tree. My brother and I would lie on the floor playing with the controls. The rosettas capture the present. There’s a certain dissonance in seeing permanent latte art. I can make a hundred designs a day, and yet they never last. This ritual has taught me to live in the moment, to appreciate things as they are. The wreath holds the future, tightly wound in evergreen boughs. I gain comfort in knowing the trees and the lake aren’t going anywhere. Nature will always exist.