Dear January,
The calendar is probably a concept that binds mortals like us. And you are its first fragment signifying a gamut of things. While you are a harbinger of hope and new expectations, you are also a transition from something that will now be called the past.
Curled under a blanket of wool and intoxicated by the aroma of a cup of hot ginger tea, you offer myriad moments to cherish. From the clouds of mist during dawn to scintillating hues of orange in an early dusk, you are a unique amalgamation of glittering snowflakes and tranquil sunshine.
While you string hope in the form of new year resolutions, you are never too late in luring us in the trap of laziness. You begin with aspirations for 365 days, but soon fade away within 31 days to start a new chapter of spring in February.
Soaking in everything, you are a delightful snowball of uncertainty coupled with hope. Often you bring the sun in all its glory but also never fail to to send some chills down the spine with your cold waves. Starting off the year to come, you are a perpetual oscillation between two contrasts.
You give hazy winters a horizon of optimism with your new beginnings. After all, when the frost had settled and dishevelled, then only flowers can bloom. Often, showcasing a prism of colours ahead, you only appear to be a beam of white light that subsumes all.
Yours,
A Hopeless Winter Lover.
The calendar is probably a concept that binds mortals like us. And you are its first fragment signifying a gamut of things. While you are a harbinger of hope and new expectations, you are also a transition from something that will now be called the past.
Curled under a blanket of wool and intoxicated by the aroma of a cup of hot ginger tea, you offer myriad moments to cherish. From the clouds of mist during dawn to scintillating hues of orange in an early dusk, you are a unique amalgamation of glittering snowflakes and tranquil sunshine.
While you string hope in the form of new year resolutions, you are never too late in luring us in the trap of laziness. You begin with aspirations for 365 days, but soon fade away within 31 days to start a new chapter of spring in February.
Soaking in everything, you are a delightful snowball of uncertainty coupled with hope. Often you bring the sun in all its glory but also never fail to to send some chills down the spine with your cold waves. Starting off the year to come, you are a perpetual oscillation between two contrasts.
You give hazy winters a horizon of optimism with your new beginnings. After all, when the frost had settled and dishevelled, then only flowers can bloom. Often, showcasing a prism of colours ahead, you only appear to be a beam of white light that subsumes all.
Yours,
A Hopeless Winter Lover.
