January is a contradictive month, belonging to winter yet starting the year.
We wait for the frost to cease making way for dewfall. The grass greening, the trees budding. Spawn. A hatchery. New possibilities of life lurking in the dark.
Soon but not yet.
In which direction we gaze decides our wintery or springy view.
Caught in the past?
Contradictions spark our existence.
22nd January 2014
©By Andrea Connolly