January.

I read somewhere that each day is the first of your life in some way…

 

Porter of Heaven, of deep reflection

Janus watching, from yesterday to tomorrow.

 

Blessings upon gates and doorways,

Beginnings and endings.

 

Those resolutions started but never to keep:

To give up or do more,

To explore.

 

Each year the same to repeat, for change isn’t an annual feat.

 

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