February Letter: Not Yet Sunshine
Gay lucidity,
Not yet sunshine, in the air;
Tingling secrets hidden everywhere,
Each at watch for each;
Sap within the hillside beech,
Not a leaf to see.
-Michael Field1
Does the small delight of a leap day counterbalance the long dark cold days of February? Perhaps.
February is the month where I struggle with motivation. The dark and cold isn’t novel any longe…
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