It is said that Janus is the god of passage doors, change , a god with two faces.
It is aptly named our month of January ...
Gateway in the year, turning seasons after the December solstice.
After the St. Lucy blew the fragile flame of the candles of the night's longest, it waits for the change light barely noticeable if one is careful there ... And
It is true that some days seem to promise spring.
Then the winter comes back with as the song says "its coat of ice" -. ... or at least we jellies matinales-
Then the winter comes back with as the song says "its coat of ice" -. ... or at least we jellies matinales-
Or is the cold winter rain.
Everything is gray, dirty gray trunk of rain and cold birch, gray for the network of their branches, gray slate roofs of the great neighbors ...
Yet sometimes changing sky shows an unstable corner of blue where the naive think that I'm still seeing the harbinger of "sunny" ...
And sometimes he gives us a gift of a magnificent fire epiphanies sunset
My mind is from January under the sign of Janus. ...
Sometimes I think with just my mother died in January, I "tank" regret and fatigue Christmas, I am saddened and impatient to await the first signs of cold and assigns sap dating ...
But sometimes, I dismiss the Santa
I take my array of weapons planters, scratching on the grass decaying leaves to give air to violets and crocuses that link,
do ... during harvest of flowers in the garden to ward off the a spring garden ... illusory.
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