Thinking back on the year, the people I’ve met, the many encounters, short but meaningful. And of that certain buddy. Always there at 7 AM without fail. Determined to wake me up before my alarm. I ignored it. I fought it. Always there. So I painted it. Instead of turning away, I rubbed my eyes and stared right into it, taking in the way it created a glow on the walls of my room, and the warm hallows that engulfed it.