I think this is the first time I’m ever going to miss a month. I’m usually over and tired the previous month, excited to start a new with a fresh slate. But I’m a bit sad to see February go, and I don’t think I’m all that ready for March to come.
It seems like everything’s going by too quickly.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m welcoming March in with open arms, but I do wish February was longer than just a measly 28 days.
You’ve come and gone so fast that I’m left reeling in your wake. I remember sitting around waiting for August to end like it was just a few days ago. The mediocrity of blandness of my summer left a bad taste in my mouth. I missed the rigidity and structure you brought, even if it is in the form of school.