XVII

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

XVI

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

XV

XIV

XIII

XII

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

XI

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

X

IX

VIII

VII

VI

V

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IV

III

II

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And now for something completely different...

January is the coldest month.

Dear Calendar,

The red shoes, the blue day; here is the song for today.  I'll be outside, playing my guitar on the porch, wishing things were different, in a wistful, but not entirely unpleasant way.

New Year.

Dear Day One,

You know what I want, you know what I wish for;  And may your road also be long and wide open!