December Thoughts

Babe and Dianne while we're strolling at the Ayala Triangle

I've been putting off writing since most of the time, I don't have the slightest idea of what to write. But I do want to write about, erm, something.

So this is it, December. Another year ends. I don't want to contemplate on those things that will end, rather, I'd like to think about the things that will carry on to the next year, and probably for more years.

It's kind of bittersweet to think that December brings us light and joy and much-wanted happiness, but those extra-happy things will all be over next year. It's like an upgrade; we (or I guess it's just me) feel that December-happy-rush whenever we see the used-to-be dim streets filled with sparkling and heart-warming christmas lights.

It's one of these rare moments when I want to get all mushy in my write-ups and say that I just love seeing those streets all lighted up, walking through them with colorful lights glimmering like it's all warm and fuzzy.

I just love December. And this month deserves a blogpost.