January

A month of contrasts.

Brilliant light, deep shadows.

The shadows are full, honest, difficult.

In January, I forgive myself of a million things. A million shards of light, a million mistakes, a million ways to be a better person.

January. I took down my Christmas tree (and wondered: why is no one is ever, ever around when you take the damn thing down?).

A relief, to say goodbye to that tinny, tinselly, fraught season. But I miss the lights.

So, I kept the mirror ball decoration out.

It makes me smile every morning, when, for about five minutes, it turns my living room into a disco.