Welcome February…shortest month, rich with reds and pinks, rose petals and white lace…strawberry dipped chocolates…cinnamon tea in creamy white ceramic mugs. There are the frosted midnight wine glasses in overly heated restaurants and the underflow of murmured chatter. We glance out through frozen glass panes…knowing, feeling that despite the predictable bitter March gusts waiting 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, stepping gingerly into the month of pinks and creams…scarlets and shades of ruby gold…etched in dashes of deepest black…
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