Farewell, January Blues

Finally, she has departed. We can breathe a deep sigh of relief. Those first days of the year that see us all sink in gloom, that seem to give a backhanded smack after the warm hug of the holiday and Christmas celebrations has finally ended. February has arrived, and I feel a warm glow. The January Blues is well known to me. Unfortunately, it seems to loom greater than ever before with each new year that comes by.

It's my birthday tomorrow. A pause for contemplation. Getting a year older in a day, if that doesn't send one down a philosophical avenue then nothing will. I feel closer to death, to Death, my friend. I started blogging a year ago tomorrow. i'm still doing it, whether it reaches anybody or not. Practising my art. One day i might even be... no, it's too much to consider.

Just the word 'February' feels warmer. I took today off from work. I woke late and put music on, I read some of a book, took my time, grew into the day, had breakfast, took my medication and emerged from my little home. I walked along the river and into the streets of the place I still consider to be Wonderland and I found this little coffee house, my favourite in the city. I sat down, ordered a pot of tea, and I began to write. Everything is in place. All is beautiful, however it seems some of the time.