December, come to me!

Once more, I look at the light and cherish the cool wintry and frosty dreamlike feelings that engulf me. Such a boon to be able to feel and withdraw into this imaginary abyss of warmth with the longing one always lives with. Tonight is no different. I am surrounded with art, books, a state of mind that hovers and lingers leaving a warm effusion of belonging. The cold has a quality that bites into mushier memories leaving a song, some lyrics, music, a tear long dried, smiles and warm tones, poetry that drives me back to a time and era I hadn't been into. Just because I sense and remain in the moment to experience this December chill.

And, Norah Jones croons for December, once again! Won't you come back with snow, and pine cones, sun and shades of white for me to paint? I am of course, romanticizing the idea of December, hoping to go beyond this year and begin afresh with new dreams, feeling bright, feeling kind the way a new start makes me do! Being here, warm with skies the shade of the bluest blue, kingfishers and jaybirds greeting my mornings, Christmas music that brings memories, cherishing people and moments with them, has brought me much solace. The years with their December memories make me happy, content and blissful to have everything that is enough. 

Come to me with flailing arms, with the eagerness I possess to flock the world with my brilliance and charm, bring me the goodness of being noted, being loved, being secure in your voices, your words that leave their imprints on my mind and pages where the ink transfers you into an image! A brooding silliness of the night escapes my thoughts, makes me quieter and wordier in the same passage of time where I dance and become a brilliant fire, blazing my way through the deep black and blue. Evenings like these tell me what I know about listening to the music of the night, at my own pace, in my own time. The old and young me living it all again. Ah, December! Always be this merciful and good to me.