December

December is the time that people meet up with characters they have ignored all year, find themselves holed up in coffee houses or for brunches, to catch up or confess, to tear the fabric of habit and find momentary asylum in the rabbit-hole born of sly solicitations.  It goes as quickly as it comes, and afterwards it is not spoke of again.  I live in those frigid, fringe Decembers - and hibernate the remaining months of the year.