February. We’re over the hump for winter now. The sun comes out be it’s deceitful. It looks warm out there until you go outside without a coat on. Then the cold air wraps around you like Grandma’s old shawl and lets you know just how foolish you were with your decision making. You swear under your breath (which you can see) and you hurry back inside.
This is the time of year that tries my patience as I wait out the month.