Thinking

About February. February was the month that both my great aunt and my grandfather died. February brings to mind awful phone calls, long flights through the night and desolate stretches of upstate backroads and the wind, which is howling around my building again tonight. February is not my favorite month and this year it has again thrown some serious punches at my loved ones. I now live in a place of seasons (although seasoned New Yorkers would call this past winter a breeze) and so I feel keenly aware of that change in the air. February is the dreary month that welcomes in the Spring, the season of rebirth and new shoots and buds, blue sky and pale sunshine. I can't wait to embrace the new season with open arms.



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