There's a usual scent that I love smelling during Christmas time. It's a frangrance that is both bitter and sweet. It reminds me of Christmas past and it fills me with wonder of what the future holds as I try to experience the present. I look at the stars at night and feel the cool breeze as it passes me.

Memories flood my mind with the mixture of those wonderful and lonely moments. I choose to remember them each time even if some of those I've spent alone beside the dimly lit Christmas tree at home while my parents were away. Those sad moments remind me of the beautiful and happy instances. It's like they have to co-exist so as to emphasize joyfulness with the sadness.

But that usual scent is nowhere to be found here. I can't smell anything. The cold numbs my nose and the fog blurs the night sky. Though I am not filled with sadness nor am I happy. I'm looking forward to what new things may come. Memories here have yet to take place.