Is it over yet?

That year long month after Christmas

When rain and wind and bills are the only constant

When the ceiling leaks and mice move in to keep warm

You book a flight, to escape

Dreaming of beach walks and outdoor pints

Dining to the sound of the ocean waves

Escaping the January blues.

But you could not outrun the storm

You walked the promenade, head bent against the wind

And ran to the nearest bar for pints.

You dined to the sound of the waves

As they lashed against the windows.

It didn’t rain…it poured

The storm blew you back home

You prayed, as you bounced and swayed above the clouds

Then finally landed to realise that

No, it’s not over yet

It’s still January,

But the clouds do have a silver lining

Due to the bone chilling temperatures

The mice have moved out to keep warm.