I close my eyes. The talk of the two women with me in the sauna floats in the heat. Something about India. Something about holidays. Something about celebrations.
It’s that post-Christmas lament. Is that what I mean? Do they want more holidays here?
“Yes, I know what you mean.”
“Not like here where we have this big holiday and then bam. No holidays till when?”
“Is that a holiday?”
They both crack up. I grin. Decide to join in. “The same was true in China,” I venture. “There was always a celebration. Parades. Balloons. Fireworks.”
“Yes, India too.”
“Lots of fanfare and bright lights,” I continue.
One of the women nods, suddenly serious, “We need light. Especially now…..”
Evidently, it’s everywhere. He did ‘win’ the election.
But for a moment, I can revel in a small sanctuary of this Encinitas YMCA sauna. No Trumpland here.
There’s light in the darkness here.
And for this I am so very grateful.