Finally. We see the last of January for another year. Why is January so long?
As I look out my window this morning it is gray, but a lovely light snow is falling. We could use a fresh cover on the blanket. Like a new duvet. Hello February. I like you more, you are short and you speak softly of spring. We in the dark, frozen land know it is a promise that will not be kept, not for awhile. But we believe it anyway. Soon, the warm breeze will touch our cheeks and bring the green. And lest I get too carried away, the mud. But I'll set that aside for now and listen to the wily February telling me soon, soon it will be spring.