I've never liked you much. You're snowy and cold and you often fall into the pattern of dullness. But this year I've found room for you on my like list. Because you are full of wonderful things. You aren't my favorite, but I've finally learned to appreciate you. Maybe it's your soft skies, your snowy blanket, or the happy things you always hold. Or maybe it's just because you're there, year after year, and you never go away; never change. I guess that's why I like you, january, because you know who you are and you never let anything change you. Because that's something we all need to be reminded of sometimes. To never try to be something we're not.