I have often heard that some people see the days of the week or the months of the year as colours, presumably depending on their mood and whether they regard colours in the spectrum as happy ones or sad ones. If that were me, Mondays would be as black as soot, as traditionally they have always been the first day back to work after a relaxing weekend. Saturdays would probably be vibrant red - a day to party and unwind. But, all this is academic, as I personally do not really see them as colours.
However, I have been thinking, I do see the year as a looming cliff before me. Starting in January at the foot of the cliff, I climb upwards and ever higher making my way through all the annual anniversaries and birthdays to my own birthday in November.
This is then swiftly followed by Christmas, where I stand at the top of the cliff exulting in my success after the long slow climb, enjoying the lovely food and warmth that Christmas brings. Suddenly before you know it and before you can say "Last of the Christmas Leftovers", it is New Year's Eve again. Now I find myself on the very pinnacle of the cliff (standing on tiptoe on a big rock admiring the view). The clock strikes midnight, the fireworks shoot into the sky and there is much hugging and celebrating. However I find myself projected within seconds into the 1st January at the bottom of the cliff once more, having to start the long slow climb yet again. Far from wanting to make resolutions and looking forward to the year ahead, I am slightly annoyed that I have got to start all over again. Does New Year do this to you?