Barbed-wire Christmas lights abound
I await December all year. In December events occur that couldn't take place at any other time, people just aren't in the same mindsets during the others months. Maybe its because of the 'holidays' and the multitudes that suddenly glow with a positive cheer, irrevocably changing those around them. Perhaps with the iminent onslaught of gifts people soften in a modest anticipation for the bounty they'll surely receive come the twenty-fifth. Nothing is more humbling and disarming than gifts amongst loved ones.
But just maybe even moreso everyone looks around them, stunned into a briefly frightened silence and self-examination, assured that this event seemed to have occured just yesterday. The exhaustive continuity of events of the year are paused during the first inklings of December. What has happened since the last one? Where has the time gone? Have I changed? Is it for the better? Christmas again? But I haven't even begun to--
These sobering questions brought me to pause as I passed sparsley-lit fence of my neighboring apartment complex. Lights again? But nothing much has changed, surely a year hasn't gone by. No way.
December's state of reflection ignores no one, and I eagerly embrace the transformation the cold air and year's end brings.
But just maybe even moreso everyone looks around them, stunned into a briefly frightened silence and self-examination, assured that this event seemed to have occured just yesterday. The exhaustive continuity of events of the year are paused during the first inklings of December. What has happened since the last one? Where has the time gone? Have I changed? Is it for the better? Christmas again? But I haven't even begun to--
These sobering questions brought me to pause as I passed sparsley-lit fence of my neighboring apartment complex. Lights again? But nothing much has changed, surely a year hasn't gone by. No way.
December's state of reflection ignores no one, and I eagerly embrace the transformation the cold air and year's end brings.