february, that blue month, the shortest month, THE month, and one day down, and 27 to go, and there should be joy and celebration and all sorts of goodness as the winter winds down, the weather turns towards spring, but something about this month, something about it. and now, will this one be different? what is different? what's changed? what's new? melancholy arrived with the strike of midnight, but now, the second day in, now it might be time for me to check for my shadow, and look, and see, and wonder if cycles continue, or maybe this time, maybe this time, the cycle breaks. this time the cycle is proven to be a line. and there's still more of this month left. more.