A letter to January

fog on the water
photo by Sylvia

Dear January,
You are long and bleak, you are monochromatic and suffocating.
You curl around yourself like a sleek grey cat, turned inward, oblivious and self-assured, unfazed by your chilling effect. I want to like you, to embrace you to see the good in your wintry silence, but your indifference haunts me and I am left counting the days until spring.

12 thoughts on “A letter to January”

  1. You have expressed your thoughts very well. I am soon to be a year older. Here in Oregon there are many days of rain. Have been a former California woman, I find it refreshing. I don’t want the days of my life to rush. Winter can be trying for many. I do get excited when the sun comes out..

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