February is so unusual this year. The usual snowstorms and cold, grey days have instead been replaced with conditions I am not used to expecting until early April in this part of the world.
Around me are hints of things to come: brilliant blue skies, streets soaked with melted snow, a pathway of deep mud. When I go out with my scarf on in the bright sunlight, I sweat and need to shed layers. I have been ordering my chai on ice instead of hot, and dreaming of things like picnics, beach walks, and open windows.
For now though, it shall remain just a taste. The weather report is showing snow for the weekend! A small amount, but snow all the same. Perhaps we will finally make a snowman of decent size? Or go for a trek without sinking in muck up to our ankles? Maybe we will get in some sledding at last?
Or maybe February will melt it all away as quickly as it came, determined to give us slush-and-cold-weary folks more weeks of early spring?