Beginning already with a late night and sure to be a slow day ahead and sleeping all morning, you feel that something went awry with the late hour to an early hour and then back to a late hour that isn't late at all, for the shorter days. But it will tell your inner time frame that you are officially a night owl. Even if you rise early regardless of the weariness.
It drags on for a week then another endless three or four follow. The previous months of festive clamor are now somewhere long ago in the past. There's nothing here in January. Just bitter cold and bitter light should it peep through. January seeks to blind you with harsh light and stab with subspace temperatures. It means to kill everyone. Yet it's hard to fight its wrath.
It has no business being a month of new years, but it somehow went that way. Perhaps some wisdom from fairy magic subdued its destructive power by marking it a beginning of a new year each year because the energy of new life and new beginnings was needed. So January was somewhat held back. But not enough. As it still has these problems. Fly by quickly January. Get lost with your frost.
An Observation by Iggy 2018
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