January feels fresh. Free—wings anew as you fly over all that awaits your landing. You fly alone, moving faster than ever before. You’re enjoying the journey, reaching new heights, finding new places to be.
And it’s cold outside. Sharp winds remind you of where you once took off from. But this time, the gusts push you forward instead of weighing you down. They propel you—your memories teaching you how to keep flying.
And each time you land, it will be graceful. Filling in your shadow as you’re gently placed into spaces written especially for you.