February’s annual malaise has set in. My mood reflects the sky’s gray clouds. My joints ache, brittle with frost. Each morning is more reluctant than the last, and each evening more welcome.
My instinct is to hide from February. To find a dry den, line it with blankets, and retreat into sleep’s warm sanctuary.
But then, when I woke to the storm-scented gusts of spring, I would regret my weeks of sleep. I would wonder what I had missed, while hibernating…
Rae Spencer 
Love the photos! I feel the same way about February!
Oh – how could I not mention – the photographs are stunning!
I thought I heard myself speaking, Rae … but, of course, it was your lyrical and warmly reflective voice! So lovely … I shared on FB, XO
Thank you!
February always feels like a transition time for me – I wish for a few more weeks of winter’s quiet, but I am hopeful for the joy of spring.