February Redeemed

The last week of February ends tomorrow and I admit, in spite of the rest of it, the month has redeemed itself:

First, because the sun came out and there was light.

And because snow fell all day one day and stuck to the trees and they stood around like bright-white elegant sculptures in the fog while I took the dog for a walk on the mountain twice. It looked like this:

Magical.

 Also, because then the sun came out again and shone so hard and warmed up the air so much I went on a bike ride. I don't have a picture of that.

But,

all that brightness turned on something in my brain, and I rewrote the beginning of Hepzibah again - and decided I have my final beginning. I've said that before, but I believe this time it's true.

And then, because of "Bright Star," which I watched tonight, about the poet John Keats. It was stunning. I love his poetry, loved the movie. I cried.

And then I remembered that I got to hear Manachem Pressler play Chopin a few weeks ago. Oh. Sigh. Oh. I have no words. Time moves so slowly in February, I had forgotten that was still this month.

Also, I taught a lesson on the purpose of pain and decided February exists so we can feel the joy of spring.


February, adieu: redeemed upon thy deathbed.