My lovely, January! What a child you birthed from your wintry womb two weeks before her scheduled arrival! I must have been born with a feather quill, for I love to scribble little nothings. Although readers appear to embrace it, I truly write for myself, for my peace of mind.
How I adore you January! You represent new beginnings for all! Without fail, you offer us a new year to start afresh, to atone for past mistakes, to welcome to the future with open arms. The other months can't offer the treasures you do.
January, I marvel at your frozen beauty. Your white storms have an arctic power that I benefit from every year. Anxiously, I anticipate laying under your cool blanket of snow. What an icy joy it is! Oh, and the precious sound of Winter silence! Is there anything like it? Time seems to slow when your cool breath blows through town. I love it!
What an extraordinary month you are!
Don't ever change!
~*Marisa*~
Prose/letters aren't my thing. In fact, this is my first attempt. 
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