Welcome February…shortest month, rich with reds and pinks, rose petals and white lace…strawberry dipped chocolates…midnight wine glasses in overly heated restaurants…the underflow of murmured chatter. We glance out through frosted glass…knowing, feeling that despite predictable bitter March gusts ahead…February is the border between winter and spring; the winter’s farewell tip of the hat, the ice-winking…and the grand Cupid exit…
Slipping gently on ice into the month of pinks and creams…reds and shades of red…and dashes of deepest black…
690 Saint Paul 