The madness of black ice on midnight pavements on the ride home: the madness of keeping the two wheels steady as the moon glistens off the ice like crazy diamonds in a sea of darkness. The crack and crunch as the bike tires dig for traction. The madness of this winter beauty and this anxious, slow ride home through empty frozen neighborhoods to a warm meal. The madness of the couple standing in the middle of 12th Avenue at 1:00 a.m. gazing up into the heavens as I ride past saying "looking for UFO's?" and the madeness of their quiet amazed laughter... The madness of January, yes, the cruelest month of all (except for T.S. Elliot)...