February has been cold.
Today I said it was bitter.
But the weather, that I complain about to an endless degree is countered by warm coffee, a visit to my sister, a few day dreams. It is countered by the few minutes where I thought about how nice it is that my roommate and I park beside one another when we can, and that the sun sets beautifully through the kitchen window of a friend’s home in Montreal, and his cat (which probably knows more French than I do) knows a good sunset too. It is the smily face with the jar of honey in the morning that is getting me through winter.