December the end of the year. Like a death of a loved one. As it slowly comes to its end- dried trees, piles of lifelessness items, the frigid flicks of its last breath-coming to its dreary end. The slight beep...beep...beep of its heart floating into the bleak unknown. The life of the elan year breathing its last days to be forever forgotten. The dilettante looking to the future. December, the morose of the year like the death of a friend.