February always sneaks up on me. It’s short, a little uneven, and somehow still manages to feel like a turning point. Maybe it’s the cold. Maybe it’s the way the light hangs on a little longer each afternoon. Or maybe it’s the fact that this is the month when people start talking about love again.
Not the loud kind. The small, steady versions.
The way someone remembers how you take your coffee.
The text that arrives at the exact moment you need it.
Those are the moments I’ve been paying attention...
