Melancholic Lights

Melancholic Lights.
The morose glow is dim,
Beauty, bleak.

Somber river of lights.


Photos are extensions of what the eyes have witnessed; the emotions in them, reflective of what is felt within.

Orb, Sliver, Ray

Yet another familiar atmosphere lingers in our midst. But instead of feeling elated with the streets and malls being lit up, I actually feel a bit lonely. For some reason, there's that thought nagging in my head: "Where had the fun and special Christmas gone to? Where had the great anticipation waiting for St. Nicholas run off to?" That "special day" hadn't  been the same... for seven years now.