I sit on my bed, with my back on the window. It was raining as usual. It is that time of year again. The month of December, the month of Thor, Tlaloc and Waruna. The month of rain.  I could feel the cold wind bracing my skin. It is somewhat delightful. I then overindulge myself, a glass of red-ruby wine awaits me in the cupboard. I pour without hesitation. I then sip. It was a taste i was familiar with. It was sweet with a bitter end. I am no stranger to this taste. But it goes well with the chilling weather. I am in a state of bliss.