Precious Grace Nery 
I’ve always liked December.
I’ve always liked December – not merely for its glittering ornaments and festive melodies, but because I find solace in it as the year’s ending.
In its peaceful moments, I confront the echoes of the past months. The year’s journey unfolds before me like a well-worn novel as each page turned with both nostalgia and anticipation. Just a short while ago, the year’s end appeared so distant as it was being obscured by the challenges that unraveled along the way. But now, it’s a time to pause, acknowledge the uncertainties that once clouded the horizon, and rejoice in the clarity that has emerged.
With December’s cool breath and silver moonlit nights, it encourages me to appreciate the full spectrum of emotions that brought color to my days. It’s almost surreal; with the twists and turns, the moments when disappearing seemed tempting and when a secret desire to fade into the shadows was creeping in. Yet, against the odds, here I stand and here we endure.
In the heart of this month resides a comforting paradox – an end entwined with a beginning. As the curtain falls on the year, it urges us to reflect, be grateful, and say a gentle farewell. It’s a season of closure and a moment of bidding adieu to the old and embracing the promise of the new. December becomes a prelude to a new beginning, a reminder that the calendar will reset, and three hundred and sixty-six sunsets later, it will be back again.
I’ve always liked December in its cyclical nature – I find it reassuring that just like this month, I too can embrace the ebb and flow of time with grace and resilience.
