Dear December

Hello December, 

You greet me with raindrops falling from your heavy gray sky. With cold outbursts of wind that feel prickly against my cheeks and mess up my hair. With your short, barely noticeable by a night owl light spans. With long dark evenings that remind me why since the beginning of time, people celebrate light in this darkest of all months.

I'm falling into your shady arms like a forest animal falls into hibernation. At first, I try to protest, to deny your black sorcery. At first, I try to pretend that your forceful witchcraft does not have any power over me. But cute cheerful tunes and colorful electric light bulbs are like a field mouse against a wild beast, like a plastered wall against a tornado. 

And I give up my weak ammunition. 

To win you, I need to become you.

Perhaps, these long dark nights are my salvation. I take them in. 

I indulge myself in the long night sleep with the unruly mosaics of dreams that come from the depth of my being to feed my imagination. The long dark evenings call for time well spent indoors - I fill them with the things I love. Reading, writing, creating, celebrating the art created by others. Walking in a dry and warm gym instead of muddy and windy trails. Having plenty of rest and hearty, cozy meals. Listening to those who show me light, so I can find my own light and bring it to others.

  

To win you, I need to become you. 

Strong, willful, independent. 

Insisting, demanding. 

Beautiful. 

Playful - in your teasing sort of way. 

To win you, I need to become you. 

To strip up everything to its bare core. 

To go into the deepest depths. 

And just as you do, bring the light back.

Romper previously shown HERE.

Faux fur coat and romper - Lane Bryant (last winter)

Velvet boots - Ashley Stewart

Purse - vintage

Necklace - Chico's Collectibles (last winter)

Glasses - Christian Siriano for Lane Bryant

Linking up with Tina's Pink Friday

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