[ooc: backdated to December 4]

Winter is fast upon us, as December marks the beginning of the end. It is hard to believe the year is already coming to a close. And yet I feel as though this is the same sentiment that repeats itself year after year around this season. Perhaps it is because the frost brings with it the sharp reminders of our past, the seasons changing year in and out but nothing really moving.

A most unexpected invitation arrived in the post today alongside the usual news magazines, bills and client correspondence. I must admit that in the midst of winter chill, it brings back warm memories of something I had almost forgotten.


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The clouds were thick and dark in the sky this afternoon, but no snow. Not yet. But I can feel the whisper in the air that seems to hint at its inevitable arrival.

Today is Niou's birthday. Even after all these years, I still remember. Though I much rather prefer to remember something more tangible than that.

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