When I was a teenager there was a corner of my parents house that I could lay out in and it would block the wind and I could literally start laying out Valentine's Day weekend. It was in the teens here that weekend.
February makes me long for Led Zeppelin, for the dark right before dawn. My soul starts to writhe in anticipation of flowers blooming. It makes me wonder what the meaning of life is... it's just the stillness of February that leaves me pondering my youth... and looking forward to the future at the same time. Knowing that the frosts are almost over and everything will start greening out. It's the death right before the resurrection.
Three more days... Three more days... Three more days!
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