February is sharp days of ice and white, and soft days of water and grey.
It is a suddenly bright sun shining through dirty window. People slipping on wet ice and breaking wrists. Skiers, snowmobile races, kids with snot on their faces. Cream buns and candy showers, winter weariness and spring excitement.
It smells of ice and wet wool and expectation.
February means no longer rising before the sun.
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