The first snowflakes had hit the ground early at dew point. He was sleeping when they arrived. But that was the best surprise.
When he woke up, a white velvet carpet was awaiting him outside his window. The door needed a hard shove in order to open.
And then, as the frozen air slammed his face, it hit him. It was mid December. That season when everything suddenly seems so much nicer, so much more peaceful, more wonderful. The sparkling lights appeared even more brightly coloured now with the snowy background. People were more cheerful and smiles were abundant. It didn’t matter that it was so cold.
The only thing that mattered was that another year was slowly exiting, and everyone was striving to account for everything that had passed during these 12 months. It had to be good, so that the next ones would be even better and more fruitful.
It is the time when dreams are revived, ambitions reinvigorated, and emotions rekindled.
So when he saw the bright red mistletoe gleaming under the snowflakes on his frontfoor, he consciously knew that there will always be a light shining no matter how dark it gets. Surviving, no matter the weather.