A slow blur. That’s usually how I feel about February. The month seems to drag by. It’s cold and spring still seems too far away and I am just done with winter and just all of it. Yet on the other hand it seems to always be a bit of a blur. Twenty eight days quickly come and go and as much as I’m thankful to see March arrive, I can’t believe it’s already here.
I’m short on words this month, so I’ll just post some blurry photos of a beautiful night from my February. They seem to fit.