For eight-foot snow drifts, br for jagged icicles the size br of mastodon tusks to br drag down gutters. br br br For gales to howl br through storm windows br and make even stately mansions br shake and shiver like Medea br giving birth. br br br Time to watch your life br unfold before your eyes br before opening the portal br leading from light and warmth br to a world of frozen terror br where comfort knows no welcome. br br br Time for Time br to be devoured by Medusa, br waiting in the mirror. br br br January, the month when all of br our parents always die. br January, time of Janus, the br dual-faced god simultaneously br embracing past and future. br br br January, time to create br the future by remembering br the past with a finer, more br focused vision.