february song
January 29, 2001 03:29 PM

It will be February.

Again.

There will be daffodils. Maybe one last sputter of snow and wind and ice. It will be sun and rain and clouds and 20 different temperatures in a day.

If I were home (at my "ancestral" aka childhood home), the weather would change three times on a 20 minute interstate drive.

Don't call it "febewwary". There's an r. Remember.

February is my third favorite. Month. April is the cruellest month. And the days grow short when they reach September. All times when the world is changing and new and everything is. Just. Around the corner.

But February doesn't have a song [I don't care if February does have a song somewhere; it doesn't for me]. February is special. It's the magic whisper of spring around here. A reminder of things to come. The edge of a season.

It will be February. Magic time. Again.