My sign would have read “Beware Cerberus” as I continue to count the days – not till Christmas, mind you – but until the coming of Janus.
Having been born in December and used to celebrating another year right before the year ends compresses complicated emotions within the span of a single month.
I should beware of settling for convenient bones thrown at me by the agents of chance.
Good thing I have learned to restrain myself from barking too much. Because even my words bite.