December always feels a little enchanted. It is a month where lights shine more softly, time seems to slow, and ordinary moments glow with something unexplainable. Even simple words take on a beautiful meaning.
I'm reminded of how one word mentioned to Akin can become the start of an interesting discussion. He hears it and something sparks to life inside him.
With him, a single word is never just a word; it is a doorway. I can say something as simple as "stars", "coffee", or "art", and suddenly he is unfolding an entire world around it. He makes connections I would never have imagined, weaving history with humour, science with emotion, and logic with warmth. His intelligence is never something he flaunts, it is something he shares. Every conversation feels like an invitation into a space where ideas are allowed to breathe, and in that spark the room shifts.
It is never loud or overwhelming. It is thoughtful, confident and wonderfully assertive, the kind of assertiveness that does not dominate but gently guides. His voice leads in a calm, steady way.
So I find myself feeling not only the magic of December and the warmth of the season, but also the warmth of his mind. His intelligence is bright, steady and always awake, inviting rather than intimidating. In a month filled with lights, it is his thoughts that glow the brightest.
Here is to the man who can take a single word and turn it into a universe.
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