January Jonesing

January. I love cold January. For some, it engenders Caribbean dreams. For others, stoves of warm soup. For me, it lends itself to journaling, which leads to plenty of thoughts that may or may not surface on the blog.

The previous post was not meant as a science lesson; in fact, temperatures at the North Pole are warmer than at the South, because the North Pole is at sea level (who knew Santa has a houseboat?), whereas the South is at an elevated portion of a landmass.

My thought is that what is seemingly extreme may be similar, if not the same.

I aim to be able to explain this more keenly.

Earth(links)

At the polar extremes, the temperature is the same.

On editing

Often I think—this mistake. I won't make it again.

But somehow or another that mistake takes a new form, as a road, seemingly flat, has an unexpected dip, and I swerve.

My speed slows. I may even lose a tire. I think, how could I have missed that?

But, the voice says, turn around. See how far you've come.

The bumps transform your road, they make it your own. The bumps are the character of your life.

The bumps keep you awake.