The January Blues

It's only a matter of time before it comes. The comedown. The aftermath of the crescendo. Everyone was looking to the year's end, with eagerness. Every great ending means a beginning that can never quite feel the same follows immediately after. I call it the January Blues. It hits hard. It feels like having to work your way into it, like any book, it takes effort and passion to break past the barrier. It requires enough love to see through the darkness. If you are not up for a fight, then how did you make it to an end that even led us to this new page? The new year was beautiful. I had the hand of someone. I had a sea of candles. I had the eyes of a woman. She was perfect. perfectly there. In a moment, the two of us. The whole world and its fireworks and noise and booze was outside, making some perfect racket. Colliding like stars, trying to finish off the night. We were inside, holding everything else. The January Blues was waiting, like she does, just around the corner. Ready to pounce. just like she always does. Let's enjoy that feeling, sinking and fighting and doing it all over again.

PS- have a healthy and golden year!