Sweet exhalation of the Greta Garbo of months

PEOPLE always moan about January. There’s even a made up date, invented by some travel company, which is supposedly the worst day of the year, and therefore the one on which you should book your holiday to get away from it all.

This terrible day is around now – somewhere in the middle of January. For the life of me I can’t figure out what they’re talking about.

January is beautiful. It is a giant exhale in an empty room. It is a big, cold, clean space, clear of clutter, free of expectation. It contains no fat.