It's a foggy day here, the sun showing through at times like a small child listening from behind a grey velvet curtain. January is a month of extreme weather here, as cold as it gets, as dark as it gets, as bright as it gets with the moon and snow at night or with sun and snow during the day. Sometimes a claustrophobia can descend when one realizes that this is how it is and it's not really getting better for months.
January can also sparkle so brightly and bite so crisply that it makes one realize that one is truly still alive.
I reckon that extremes are what life is all about. The middle can be like so much gauze over the eyes or fog over the sun, everything just goes grey.
Viva January!
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