Frozen

January is always a trying month for me. Every year I think seriously of flying south for the winter. November and December seem to speed by full of people and parties, and then, in January, everything is frozen. Time moves slowly; I stay in my home. There is some beauty in the solitude and stillness. I have more time to slow down and think, and, this year, I feel like I want to take this time to figure out how to change me instead of just the scenery around me.