I don’t do January at all well. The crescendo of Christmas and New Year has past. I am diminished. January is a grey note, repeated. I want to hibernate. Sleep till spring. Curiously, when I do sleep, I have colourful dreams.
This morning, I looked out of my window and saw blue, a patch of blue sky. My spirits rose. And in that moment I realised that for me, blue equals hope and promise.
As I was gifted this blue, I am passing it on. Spreading the hope and promise. If you don’t pass it on, you don’t get to keep it you know.