In the morning, I sit at the kitchen table and read the newspaper. The cup of coffee is hot. Outside, it is dark and cold. On the first page of the newspaper, there is a short text. It says: "Today is Blue Monday. It is the third Monday of January. Many people say it is the most depressing day of the year." I look at the date again. January. Only January. The year has just started, but it already feels long. I read the sentence once more and then look out of the window. The street is quiet. There are no people outside. The sky is grey and heavy. January is always like this. The days are short. The mornings are dark. Christmas is over, and the lights are gone. The city feels empty. People go back to work. Shops…