I remember I was in a mall. I must have been maybe five or somewhere in that stage of my childhood because I can remember how big everything around me was. Whether it was the other people walking around me and my family or even just the size of the glass boundary on the balcony that allowed me to peer down to the floor below me and watch the children below me waiting in line to see Santa claus. I remember just how incredibly fantastical everything was around me almost as if it was a dream. The floors were white but they were given a golden glow from the lights above giving off that warm

Homey sense of comfort that engulfed the entire space. Eventually we left that mall and we went outside and i don't know maybe it's just the nostalgia talking but whenever i think of that memory even though i was outside in the cold i remember looking up at that decorated christmas tree they had outside with its dazzling lights below the night sky and all i feel is that warm feeling in my chest that i just barely describe.