Scream

Januarys in New England scream thirty one days of loitering gray gloom provoking

the boiling blood in your vessels to topple the numbers within the  pressure cup

Mundane walking transforms from a natural mode of transportation

into a “cautious, proceed  at your own risk” factor with every single step

Condensed day lit hours are overweighed by endless frigid sunless

post meridians

Routine daily trips to work, school, and the grocery store become

orchestrated by local news anchors and animated climatic

weathermen

and nothing is status quo

Except Januarys in New England

Scream!!