” In a world that celebrates speed, February let me be still “
Dear February,
You have always been a curious month, haven’t you? Not quite winter, not quite spring, dangling like a delicate dandelion between my daydreams and dusk.
You go by swiftly, yet you hold some of my most precious moments in your embrace.
You whisper to me in ways January never could, less about resolutions and more about feelings.
You bring to me, anniversaries kissed by rain, evenings softened by candlelights and sweet excuses to lean closer and hold hands in the winter a little longer. You wrap around me like a knitted scarf that carries the smoke of last night’s campfire.
You give me moments of completeness over home-cooked meals, the kind that taste better because they were made with love.
You reminded me that even in the gray, joy can sparkle. Whether its holding my daughters tiny hands or a promise for an adventure waiting to happen past the rain, you understand me.
February, you are fleeting but not forgettable. You are love notes scribbled between the pages of my days. You are the crackle of firewood whispering into the night. You are the air that makes my cake rise. You are the rush of page turning. You remind me that a well-steeped cup of chai, a perfectly timed song, a look across the room, are the ones that stay, that matter.
So here’s to you, dear February. I’ll hold you as long as I can, before you slip away into the arms of spring.
With all my heart,
Me
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