I'm a week into January feeling the most reflective I ever have. All the thought provoking songs coming to mind in a stream... The ones that pull at the heart, the ones that make you wonder how long winter will last, when summer will return.

I picture Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath in dark print dresses, having tea on cold iron patio furniture, in a misting rain, under a cement colored November sky. Until their hair hangs in dripping strands and their faces shine wet. Talking about end times.

But only theirs.