Friday, January 4, 2013

The Downward Spiral

January. A cold and cursed month. It has the leftover regrets from the previous year, like the half empty boxes of Christmas candy you are ready to toss. I look out to the woods to see beauty, and, yes, its there, but it is also January so that beauty turns bleak and frosty. I can see why people choose to exit this life in this month, as there is little to comfort a person who already has a vision forming of the next world.
It's a month to turn inward, for good or for bad, to catch up on writing, on reading, while the bottles seem to crane their necks out of the recycling bin. One has to work hard to prevent the downward spiral. Gather friends for homemade soup, meet for movies. Plan a trip to sunshine. I want to remember all the people that January has killed as my feet are in the warm sand of the south.