December, to me is like the silence after the highest point of a crescendo

A silent long breath after a dive

A deep dive into the soul

A soulful experience, bliss

A blissful calm ending

To a rapid succession.

December, to me is often in the east

Often spent beneath the trees and within the breeze

Often spent with faces I wouldn’t normally see

A day’s journey away from everything

December, to me is taken without thought or plan

Each day follows the one before it,

I watch it unfold and collapse,

I experience.

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