Drifting through January in a wispy sort of way.
Somewhat like this cloud.
Waiting for a shaft of light to illuminate
a big (or even a medium-sized) idea.
Trying not to get too greyed out.
(This picture is in unedited glorious Technicolor.)
Trucking on like these purposeful
Their work is never done.
The tides rearrange the banks with untiring dedication.
I'm getting some new glasses.
Maybe that will help to refocus things.
How is January looking from where you are standing?