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Walking in December where I grew up, in north east England, along the promenade near the sea. Cold, people staying indoors, the first snows appearing.
The sense of reflection that comes on a winter's afternoon, walking alone
Most of the buses are empty this time of the year,
Nobody seems to be going anywhere here,
People at home staying in, staying out of the cold,
Counting their memories again as December unfolds, as December unfolds
Wandering along for a while by the dark water side,
Watching the first fleeting snows, crossing the afternoon sky,
Here in the open the world seems to shiver and shake,
Here as the year reaches midnight, we are awake,
Here with our hopes and our promises
Looking at life like it always is
Dealing in feelings that have to be freed,
Down all the days that we've left behind,
Losing our way then again to find,
Sometimes the moment is all that you need.
Moments are frozen, darkness unfolds all around,
Thoughts lie discarded, here on the hardening ground,
Here in the deepening blue, we could be anywhere, anywhere
Still looking on...
Most of the buses are empty this time of the year