February arrived with sun upon her shoulders but winter upon her lips.  Although the groundhog predicts another six weeks’ of Winter (no real surprise), there is a glimmer of hope, an inclination that the season of renewal is not so very distant.  The distinct and dulcet tones of the…

    February skirted in on the frosty and frayed tails of January’s overcoat at the very moment she shrugged and shred the bulky garment for milder temperatures.  The groundhog predicts an early Spring, which is certainly subject to change, but there is a glimmer of hope, an inclination that…

February skirted in on the frosty and frayed tails of January’s overcoat at the very moment she shrugged and shred the bulky garment on the frozen ground.  The shift was seamless, barely perceptible.  Winter, thus, continues. Although it’s only February, about six weeks into Winter, there is a glimmer of hope…