Eddie made a poignant observation over at his blog.

The eves in December are two of the few times of the year we truly acknowledge our existence. During the year, we’re just too overrun and overwrought to sense our own clocks. But like the one in the suddenly-quiet room, they were there all along.

Life is crazy busy and most of us are connected all the time. We need to slow down more than a couple of times a year and take stock of our lives.
(Via practically efficient)