I love February. The more I reflect, I think it's definitely one of my favorite months. Yes there's August ("ooot"), and mid-summer birthday months are always spectacular, but it's usually a transitional months where friends/loved ones are not around. June used to be pretty up there with the end of the school year and a sense of closure wrapping up the previous months, but now June just means quadruple the workload. December has always sucked ass with holiday panic/mania/chaos/elbows-at-the-mall/let's-make-it-so-trafficky-that-you-can't-get-down-the-street.

So back to February. The new year has settled, so no rush to get back into things. Many months remain, so there's no rush to finish things up. There's a three-day weekend, but not necessarily the most heavily-travelled three-day weekend. And there are days like these, where it just rained like crazy so all the metro filth has been washed away, where dew is still chillin' on those blossoming trees, where the sky hasn't looked bluer, and where it's bright and sunny out but you still need a light sweater and maybe a scarf. And the breeze is ever-refreshing.