I Hate February...

There are no words in which to describe my dislike for this time of year. I have long since lost my desire for a white Christmas. I have little patience for frigid winds. I am cold, my spirit held hostage, my body yearning for the gentle touch of the sun. I long for respite in my garden of roses, for naked feet, for splendor in the grass... Hurry Spring, hasten your step. I am waiting.