It is a grand day, everyone. The last day of another February. Tomorrow it will be March. Let that sink in for a moment.
While you shiver on this sunny, 0°F morning; while my arctic dog is rolling around in the snow like an idiot; while we shuffle through yet another day that feels like a science experiment gone awry–all that time we are moving closer, moment by moment, to March.
Yes, it will be largely a symbolic victory. The battle against seasonal affective disorder will continue and we still can’t see the grass, but we shall overcome the snow in the end.
The birds are already starting to sing the victory song. Can you hear them?