I was just talking with a friend of mine a few days ago and I found myself telling her: “December is a sad month!” She couldn’t understand. And I couldn’t, or did not want to, explain. My first true love relationship ended in December… almost 6 years ago. Despite all the celebrations people hold towards the end of it, but remains the fact that it is a “good-bye month”. We say good-bye to an aging year… to a year of our lifetime. Even though we say good-bye to our sorrows too, but still it is a “good-bye”. And I hate good-byes… everybody does!
Then why do I love this month? It is my second favorite month after July (where I was born). It is the true beginning of winter. Whenever I think of winter, I think of December. I enjoy walking alone in the cold streets in the middle of the night. It has a flavor none of the other months has! It is beautifully sad, cheerfully cold, and melancholically merry… I equally enjoy being alone and with company. It is sensually spiritual… warmly freezing.
Oh, December, December… I love you, December!