You've been over and done with for a while now. And I"m already starting to miss you.
February, you were plenty confusing. I'm not certain if you did it on purpose, but it is so hard for me to imagine you in a time of heat and dryness, in a time of thawing or a time when water is scarce.
Dear February, you show a different face on the other side of the world. It is strange to think that some people know you as hot and harsh, as a time when the world is green.
February, I've always known you as a transitional time, caught between January and March, between winter and spring. You are cold and I await my next break from my studies. But if one thing about you is consistent it is that you move too fast.
You saw me through the end of my time in NZ and the start of my journey through Thailand. I would cling to you, February. If only to get the change to extend these endings and beginnings--they are so often the most bittersweet, the most memorial of times. And every day, February, you brought something new. I"m not used to you being so challenging, you were always a time when I waited for the weekend and each day felt like the one before. But this year you brought something new to the table. You took me to the air and into the water. Thank you for teaching me about plants and animals and the environment. Thank you for teaching me about how things can go wrong and how things can go right. You taught me to relax.
thank you, February, for coming roaring in with new places and friends and new memories.
Sincerely,
P
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