It's always the first hours of the dawning of the first of the month of February that you feel you're repeating last month. So you hunker down for more of the cold and think to yourself; enough of winter already! But February will have all these warm and sunny days right in there. You're gonna think Spring has already begun, but you know it's February.
Some snow falls. For a day. Then melts like some forgotten popsicle left unnoticed. It did that, it did, it was like a day in Spring for a few hours, summer-like then went straight into the dead of December. That was unnervingly odd. Then it went balmy.
In a Leap Year, such as this year, February's going to give us one more day. Granting us the last few hours into the next month, when we can hang on for just a little longer. As if time has stopped and the ease into March will flow normally.
But it isn't normal, is it? This extra day is riddled with inconsistencies. Strange dreams and weird roads. That's the bizarre effect of February. All those days you know something's gonna happen. It happens but you were asleep, or dozed out or maybe in a self-induced coma. Either way, whatever it was, came and went. It becomes some delusory event that you probably didn't want to notice anyway. Because you're really just gliding on through February, knowing that there's no way you'll ever seize this strange thing that it is.
It's a month that will not be had, and I suspect doesn't want to be counted, it wants to exist in its own world. The world of parallel seasons, Winter into Spring, or more likely dusk into dawn with no pesky high noons or alarming definite strokes of midnight. It's like the wee hours, the hours you're aware are there, but as February would have it, the hidden time was only lurking, then disappeared with a foggy pillowing of mist and cloud that you know wasn't in the forecast.
An Observation by Iggy 2012
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