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Dear Diary/Someday in December #1

Dear Diary/Someday in December #1

I wait as usual. Leaves the colour of goldfish are tumbled to freedom by the winter’s cavalry. Its icy breath lances through buttoned-up jackets, gloves and woollen hats; the litter of plastic bags and crisp packets becoming kites; angrily scooped and tossed this way-and-that. Beneath a gunmetal sky, (which promises a downpour), grey streets are sparsely walked by scurrying, greyest people. The poor sods haven’t seen the sun since June, and then it was only a cameo appearance. Still, they worship it like druids, and pray for its return. I don’t. I’m in awe of winter. Its power to cleanse the streets of the traffic of people and stall snarling vehicles, is a miracle. And who doesn’t want a miracle? Especially at Christmas? They say Jesus Christ was born on Christmas Day, but i’m not a believer: nobody posted his arrival on Instagram or Facebook, so it must be a myth, right? Anyway, she arrived, bringing summer with her, and only 20mins late; which in itself is another miracle....
Today, I am blessed.

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