As far as I can recall, I have always been loving December - as much as I love the time between Saturday nite and Sunday morning, and the early dawn, and the dusky late afternoon. There is definitely something pretty good about those periods of time - the longing sense, the peaceful state of moment, the lonesome atmosphere, and the warmth - even the cold.
Most of all, December gives me such cute stuffs that my senses just completely fall for them.
Being a meticulous person, I find it beautiful to see simple things such as fallen leaves - whether they are flown away by the moist wind of December's sunshine, or drenched in drops of December's rain. The changing colors of the leaves is not only amazing, but also romantic.
It seems like it's love.
It seems like it's longing.