Shadows grew long on January, and she disappeared into the gray.  February arrived with sun upon her shoulders and spring upon her lips.  Although the groundhog predicts another six weeks’ of Winter, there is a glimmer of hope, an inclination…

Shadows grew long on January, and she disappeared into the gray.  February arrived with sun upon her shoulders but winter upon her lips.  Although the groundhog predicts another six weeks’ of Winter, there is a glimmer of hope, an inclination…

  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…