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December! ^-^
Dec. 1st, 2006 05:01 pmMy favorite month of the year. For various reasons.
For one, it denotes the fact that it's officially WINTER. November's still iffy as far as winters are concerned, but one can NOT deny that December is winter. And Winter is one of my favorite seasons.
There's something absolutely beautiful about winter. The air feels much cleaner, for one - probably due to the effect of rain. Nothing quite like the scent of rain in the air. Rain is a wonderful thing (except when you're out on Gate Guard duty and you get pelted by insane rainfall - it happened to me once or twice) to me. I used to like to just... walk out and walk around in the rain, long ago. Bit more difficult now when I'm symbiotically connected to several devices that don't like rain (like my already-dying-as-is cellphone, my only link to the outside world when I'm at the base - all hail teh WAP, even though it pisses me off a lot at times), but I still appreciate rain.
Although, It makes me miss being able to curl up with someone under a feather blanket when it's raining outside... Mrgh, best not think about it....
Also, WIND. It can be a nuisance at times (especially when you're drawing and an open window draft sends a pile of the papers you've been working with in various conflicting directions, and you DON'T have a variable amount of free arms to catch them in midflight), granted, but I've always had a thing for wind. It does something to me that I can't explain. Unlocks something in my mind, sort of.
Wind tends to triggers visions (not literal visions, mind, but sort of... mental images that seem to surround me). Standing against the wind before a defining moment of a story. Flying. Freedom. It makes me feel more myself - which is hard to explain in a scope of words on a journal entry. It makes me feel less... anxious... That's all I can say at the moment. I can really lose track of the world sometimes just by standing against the wind. At times like this, I find myself closing my eyes and smiling for no reason whatsoever. It's like being surrounded by a certain type of scenery, for me, or standing by a waterfall. It makes me feel in my element.
I'm rambling.
Anyhow. Winter's also colder, which is a welcome change than the bloody humid heat we get around here in summer (and anything else really. The weather in Isra Hell is insanely schizophrenic - It can be raining one day and then BURNING HOT the following day, if not the following hour. And that's during autumn and spring. Summers are unbearably hot). It's rarely VERY cold (except in early morning and night) - usually just cool-ish and mildly windy, which I appreciate.
I appreciate cold much better than heat, too. I mean, when it gets too cold for comfort you can just put on more layers. When it's too hot, well, there's a limit to how many layers you can peel off. >>
I love rain. And wind. And storms. Mrrrrrrrrrr... Any wonder I love winter?
~*~
Another reason is the fact that, I was born in December. December 14th, to be exact. And this year, I shall be 21. Amusing thought for me, being twenty-something. I mean, I'm barely used to the fact that I've been on this wretched planet for two flucking decades, and already a year elapses. And in three and a half months, no more army. REAL LIFE. (shudderrrrr)
Yarrrrrrrrr, well.
For one, it denotes the fact that it's officially WINTER. November's still iffy as far as winters are concerned, but one can NOT deny that December is winter. And Winter is one of my favorite seasons.
There's something absolutely beautiful about winter. The air feels much cleaner, for one - probably due to the effect of rain. Nothing quite like the scent of rain in the air. Rain is a wonderful thing (except when you're out on Gate Guard duty and you get pelted by insane rainfall - it happened to me once or twice) to me. I used to like to just... walk out and walk around in the rain, long ago. Bit more difficult now when I'm symbiotically connected to several devices that don't like rain (like my already-dying-as-is cellphone, my only link to the outside world when I'm at the base - all hail teh WAP, even though it pisses me off a lot at times), but I still appreciate rain.
Although, It makes me miss being able to curl up with someone under a feather blanket when it's raining outside... Mrgh, best not think about it....
Also, WIND. It can be a nuisance at times (especially when you're drawing and an open window draft sends a pile of the papers you've been working with in various conflicting directions, and you DON'T have a variable amount of free arms to catch them in midflight), granted, but I've always had a thing for wind. It does something to me that I can't explain. Unlocks something in my mind, sort of.
Wind tends to triggers visions (not literal visions, mind, but sort of... mental images that seem to surround me). Standing against the wind before a defining moment of a story. Flying. Freedom. It makes me feel more myself - which is hard to explain in a scope of words on a journal entry. It makes me feel less... anxious... That's all I can say at the moment. I can really lose track of the world sometimes just by standing against the wind. At times like this, I find myself closing my eyes and smiling for no reason whatsoever. It's like being surrounded by a certain type of scenery, for me, or standing by a waterfall. It makes me feel in my element.
I'm rambling.
Anyhow. Winter's also colder, which is a welcome change than the bloody humid heat we get around here in summer (and anything else really. The weather in Isra Hell is insanely schizophrenic - It can be raining one day and then BURNING HOT the following day, if not the following hour. And that's during autumn and spring. Summers are unbearably hot). It's rarely VERY cold (except in early morning and night) - usually just cool-ish and mildly windy, which I appreciate.
I appreciate cold much better than heat, too. I mean, when it gets too cold for comfort you can just put on more layers. When it's too hot, well, there's a limit to how many layers you can peel off. >>
I love rain. And wind. And storms. Mrrrrrrrrrr... Any wonder I love winter?
~*~
Another reason is the fact that, I was born in December. December 14th, to be exact. And this year, I shall be 21. Amusing thought for me, being twenty-something. I mean, I'm barely used to the fact that I've been on this wretched planet for two flucking decades, and already a year elapses. And in three and a half months, no more army. REAL LIFE. (shudderrrrr)
Yarrrrrrrrr, well.
