The day and time itself: a late afternoon in early February, was there a moment of the year better suited for despair? ―
February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long.
When God was making the months I think February was a mistake, like a burp. There it was, small, dark, and prickly. It had absolutely no redeeming qualities. ―
Terrible, creepy, dark February weather I remember, and the worst, most frightening days of my life.―
I used to try to decide which was the worst month of the year. In the winter I would choose February. I had it figured out that the reason God made February short a few days was because he knew that by the time people came to the end of it they would die if they had to stand one more blasted day. ―
Why does February feel like one big Tuesday? ―
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