The Last Breath of December

The nights have shifted now,

Perhaps for better, perhaps for worse,

But one truth remains,

It is the season of emptiness.

A stillness in the air, you can sense it—

In the cold kiss of the breeze,

In the trees that sway like forgotten whispers,

In Christmas lights, now weary, still clinging to their posts,

And in the restless excitement that stirs the souls of the New Year's dreamers.

Some rejoice for the end,

While others wear a mask of joy,

Uncertain whether the coming year will bring sorrow or serenity

To the fragile tapestry of their lives.

But one thing I know with certainty,

I will grow once more.

I will learn to let go again,

To surrender to the lessons life brings,

And to understand the reasons behind it all—

The hows and whys of existence,

In their quiet, profound grace.

As December fades into memory,

And the world celebrates the dawn of a new year,

I will have learned more than I knew before,

And in the coming days,

I shall uncover even more truths.

To new beginnings,

To the closing of chapters,

To moments recollected—

Not as burdens, but as cherished fragments

That keep us tethered to the pulse of life,

As we reach for something greater,

A touch of eternity in the fleeting dance of time.