About a year ago, on this very day, December got tired of ruling and asked a friend:
“Hi January, could you please take over? I need a rest from the fest. Let’s do like last year, if you get my drift.”
“Sure, no worries, I’ll take the reign. Sprinkle a few flurries of snow to ease those in pain”
So January prepared, as far as possibilities go, the awakening of winter,
the icicle of new.
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: starting over
