It is the first month of the new year. It is two thousand seventeen.
It is January. It is the first day.
Unmarred by disappointments, sacrifices, complaints, demands, desires...
The resolve is strong, fervent even, to keep the new in the fresh start.
Oh, January, there is time enough for the happy to be shifted, shaken and dulled.
Time enough for that in the coming days
But for now, one minute into 2017:
Let the happy be: strong, shiny, bright, bubbly. Let the happy keep its kindness, its goodness, its niceness...
Welcome, January. Welcome.