Seeing February go always makes me a bit sad. It's a quirky little month, isn't it? Fewer days than all the other months, every now and then getting an extra one. . .
February is also our last best hope for Winter.
Yes, we've had snow here in March in the past, but, let's face it, with each day that passes, the chance for Real Winter gets slimmer and slimmer.
You see, I don't like Spring. I dislike Summer very much. Sunny, chirpy days do nothing for me except make me miss grey, cool-to-cold ones. Fall and Winter make me feel cozy and they comfort me, and they bring life to my speed. Spring and Summer are warm-to-boiling and people are rushing around like they will never have another chance to do anything warm-weathery in their lives.
The only plus to Summer in my life is rather Athens-centric. In Summer here, traffic disappears.
And yet, it's sometimes so hot that I don't leave the house anyway.
When you add in that my best friend was born in February, that my Hero of All Heroes was born in February,
(and, yeah, my birthday's in there, too) --- it's a month I always look forward to.