Oh, February.
You may be short, but like many other short things (Napoleon? Childbirth, in the scheme of things? A dodgeball to the face?) you sure do pack a punch. Here in the Midwest, you are devoid of color. You're mostly cold (today excepting, which was a weird 61 degrees). Overall, you just plain suck the life out of me.
I'm trying not to let you get to me. I'm a positive person! But your dreariness is totally bringing me down. Here you are trying to lull me into thinking there will never be flowers again, or bare skin, or a day so hot I almost think fondly of you. You're almost winning. Almost.
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