Analysis of December in Miami

December in Florida is lonely.
Hot southern sun never yields
to soft, beautiful snow.
Red and green adorn downtown buildings,
but the ground is void of white.
"The houses are jungles of light strands and tinsel,"
he says taking my hand. Watching
light flakes fall through my heart's window,
unable to touch the cold glass of home.
"Geography is destiny," I once learned.
This moment our destiny is a desert of palm and sun,
walking through Miami at noon.