January, the opening month of the year, still bringing back the past experiences of the year en passé, and rather more like a nestling with a question uphead and plans ahead as if years have suspension of time at their ends, and that all seem to have reset. January is cool throughout the southeast Asia tropic where the winds from the white snow capped Siberian mountains would blow down through…and through the screening intricacies of the Cordilleran pine needles these winds would eventually imparted into the land, culture and minds of the Cordilleran people as these unseen migrating birds gently pass through the cordilleran mountains, rivers, hills and vales and then to the households, coffee shops and the local minutia to greet and bring wonder to everyone and all who with refreshed deep-throat murmurs exclaim the endemic “ayeh! naglammin.” :D
Just after the peace and rush of the yuletide season the excitement in January is felt and yet not really different from the past times for the tradition has already set this time as starting line for whatever things are needed to commence or be rebooted in order to get in-sync with the beginning of another cycle of the seasons. As early as this, we are already given the cool and refreshing blows of winds probably to give us a clearer thought so that we can figure out how to leave the bad and take the good in order to lighten our burdens as we are being prepared again to ride on the winds of another cycle of seasons of this new embarking year.
