January.The month where confetti falls flat.The sequins have gone dull.Glimmering lightsLost again in the shadows.Decorations full of memoriesSlumber back from whence they came.So quiet…It echoes…Alone, save for promises soon to be broken.Something to distract the days when only the year feels new.8 a.m.Sunday.Pillows usually win the internal tug of warOn gloomy January mornings.The ones where... Continue Reading →