January
- - -January.It’s cold, and I don’t like it.I prefer warm weather,although I like sweaters. They are the onewarm spot in an otherwise shitty season.But fall is better sweater weather. So be patient,
-patient,while waiting for the end of January.A change of seasonbrings a change of mood along with it,although I never thought I’d be oneto believe that SAD junk about effects of weather—
-weather!—on a person. Who becomes a patientjust because of onemonth of snow? I did say of January:“It’s cold, and I don’t like it,”but I hardly think it’s fair, knocking whole seasons,
-seasoningyour conversation with demands for better weather.(While I find itnearly impossible, it’s my mission to be patientwhile waiting for the end of January.)Oh, but how the long nights do so tax one!
-Onewarm spot in an otherwise shitty season—all I ask, January,is one warm day. Do you care whetherI’m a person who becomes a patientin some psych ward? This just about does it.
-I.T.,although I never thought I’d call one,is fair and patientwhen I call. They talk with me, seasonmy conversation of demands for better weatherwith an argument for the white beauty of January.
-They know it’s hard; they say each seasonhas its detractors. One day, they say, _the weatherwill be controlled—until then, patience in January_.
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