The Sadness of January

Lots of people feel it; it creeps up and gently taps you on the shoulder. It's the sadness of January. My office is at home and my desk looks straight out of the window onto a quiet residential road.

All I can see is coldness or rain. A friend bought me daffodils for some warmth and that lovely sunny feeling they give but even they have had enough and are curling at the edges.

Spring Spring come to me please...and share your youth and beautiful vibrancy with me so I can uncurl from my own Wintery ball and stretch out towards the sunshine....