February

In the coldest February, as in every other month in every other year, the best thing to hold on to in this world is each other. ~Linda Ellerbee

There's something oddly magical about this month.

Maybe it's something about the length...

...the magic of how all the other months are held in a strict requirement of days, while in this month, time rebels and the month makes up it's own mind as to how long it will be this time around.

Maybe it's the cold...

...the point in the winter season that the winter seems to grip the hardest, sending the world into a shimmer of whirling white, as though trapping it in a icy snow-globe.

Maybe it's the romance...

...something about the impending whisper of Valentine's Day that transforms every lover's heart, weaving some sort of delicate spell and slipping stars into their eyes.

Maybe it's the magic of the second month. The point where we all begin to breathe...begin to believe that maybe...just maybe...this year won't hurt as much.

...won't be as hard....

...does February give us hope?

Or is this just wishful thinking in the heart of a dreamy poet with her head in the clouds and her heart sewn to her sleeve?

I guess we'll see.

Over the next twenty-eight days, I will seek to write on this blog every day. Again, it must be the magic of the month. Who knows what I'll discover...what treasures I'll uncover or what secrets will unveil themselves...

...February, spin your spell over me.

Ignite the poet in me.

Cast your shadow, long or short.

I'm curious now...