We’re officially settled into February, the unreasonably cold month of February that’s always there waiting for us and lasting just long enough that we start to wonder if spring ever will come our way again.
People are walking faster, hunkering down, hands digging deeper in pockets as The Chill freezes their feet and numbs their noses, all just trying to get through while wondering - what do the days really mean when you can’t feel a thing?
And the weather feels unreasonably unseasonably cold even though we know we should expect it, and we all can’t help but talk about it because we don’t want to talk about the other things that we’ve been feeling numb about for a while now too. So we talk about the wind chill and the upcoming storm, pending, hovering, working its way toward us about to strike. We go to bed wondering if the weather report is right, if we’re going to wake up in the morning to a blizzard, to delayed busses and stopped subways and snow-bank lined streets...
We’re officially settled into February, biding our time until it ends (and it does eventually), twenty-nine days and the hope of it being just one last hurdle we have to overcome, get through, survive, before we can move on, move forward and begin to feel again.
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