Ah, January.

Ah, January, you’re teasing us, aren’t you, with your gentle melting and the soft drip drip from our roofs. You’ll not fool me. Not this time. I know what lurks around the bend. I know what you and February have been whispering about. This time, I’ll not be taken by surprise when comes the bitter cold or the snow that threatens to stay for good. I’m wise to you, January!