February?

Outside, feels like that early spring where green things are pushing melted pockets through icier things. Still cold, but the cold is easing, which means you are feeling it, breathing it, not wrapping against it. It’s the start of February and it makes no sense. I’ve lived in this city my whole life, and that feeling is the same downtown or across from the forest preserve I spent my child hood in. The only thing missing is the ice that would be melting which makes it even stranger.


I miss my tree.