i wonder if february is lonely. i wonder if that’s the reason she pulls the clouds down over her face for days at a time. i wonder if that’s why she hurls rain and sleet and slushy snow at the windows–usually late at night, pinging and banging at me curled in my flannel sheets. i wonder if her loneliness is behind the wind blasting up the street, raging through lines of garbage cans and shredding posters stuck to telephone poles, clawing at the earflaps of my hat.
i wonder if february’s angst at isolation tips on the borders of madness, making her poke and poke at me until i feel lonely too–lonely and smothered in a thick wool haze of crazy.
i need spring. maybe february does too …
february is a lonely month- it’s funny, i was feeling winterish today too. i added a little frost to my blog, enjoy.
Maybe that’s why whoever decided there should be a holiday full of red hearts and love decided to put it in the drab month of February? But usually Valentine’s doesn’t cheer me up all too much, don’t get me wrong, I like the sweet gestures from my spouse and such, but February is still too cold to go outside and always so cloudy.
I always thought of February as a mean old crusty man, like Walter Matthau in Grumpy Old Men.
Maybe February likes to make a fuss about things because she is the shortest and she wouldn’t want to be overlooked.