Random things in January

It seems to stick in my mind that by the time we get to January, we’re well into winter. But the snow and ice often doesn’t arrive where I live until January or February, although that doesn’t preclude it being pretty damned cold from time to time.

January this year marked the arrival of my 50th birthday; somewhat of a milestone, although it’s only the numeric weight of the next decade which has been in my mind, rather than any change in my well-being or my desire to get out and see stuff.