|January brown air|
|January: no new snow, and dog|
Fa la la, and so forth.
I barely need mention the decking of halls with pukey-colored Valentines' decor, fuchsia underwear ads, Pepto-Bismol candy, trashy movie-trailers for films that think sex is romance...and yeah, of course, the really, really bad air.
We keep topping the charts for worst in the nation.
|Me, trying not to breathe brown January air|
Skip the season and move on to March. That's how I feel about it.
|February: snow cloud, not smog, and dog|
HOWEVER, um...Not this year. I hate to admit it.
I've tried to despise this February enough to write a really great trash-post, but...huh. I can't.
After a full month of zero snow and January impersonating February for thirty days straight, the Month of Love swept in with one lovely, fresh snowfall after another, white dusting all of the trees, wind blowing out all of the sick air.
Green air quality, people! Joy!
|February clean air|
And since I barely leave my house (other than to walk the dog, obviously), because all I do anymore is write my novel, I am spared visions of models in heart-stamped undies. I'm too busy for depression. I even wrote a kissing scene. Not that I'm sending Valentines' Day any love. That holiday is still way too tacky to be romantic.
And then I just realized February is only eight days in.
Still plenty of time to get ugly.
|More beautiful February snow|
HOWEVER... I don't think I'm going there this year. Feb. has been good to me so far, so I'll just stake out with lots of Dove's Dark and my fantasy world and stay far away from the literal until March rolls by. With a quick trip to New York for SCBWI in the middle.
So there, February! You don't terrify me.
Actually, that's a complete lie. February is terrifying. I think I need my Happy Light.
Oh, wait. I don't have one.
Maybe some brownies...and a long walk in the snow with the dog...