February flew by this year, though it was more short than sweet. The severity of winter in Montreal can make the second month hard to bear. It gets so cold that the tears blown out of your eyes by the wind nearly freeze up on your cheeks. It stings the skin, chills the bones, and dampens the spirit. Hibernation seems like the best option.
Some nights, if my mood is brighter, I look out the window or walk in the cold and marvel at the beautiful, crystalline fantasy of February.
