Endless cups of coffee. Winter light. Bowls of soup. Tired, old snow. Roasted roots. Cold hands and feet. A sun that sets later each night.
Actually, I don’t mind February. I don’t mind it at all. I’m glad it is still winter, and I am bundled up inside. I am reading The Brothers K and taking a photograph every day.
Cheers, February. I’m glad you are here.