January

One thing I love about January is that you can never see the days getting longer. Pretty much the rest of the year you are always aware of the days getting longer and the nights getting shorter or the days getting shorter and nights getting longer. But in January it just seems that the days and nights are constant. I think because of that, or else that is why, January seems to have no movement. It feels like the endless month, with no beginning and no end. But it's over much too soon. I think there is no month that is as much like life as January.

There are people who are running in front of their deadlines, their self-imposed deadlines like treadmill torture decapitation devices. January is the month where none of that matters. You can get ahead, but you're never really ahead. If you fall behind, it doesn't really matter. It also has the best name of any month, I mean for a name of a person. January.