February

February came like a soft breeze. Gently making it’s way in the year, bringing with it the signs of spring, the longer days and small shoots of the flowers that they soon will be. February came in peace, bringing continuity of cycles, not worrying about the weight of the world, amidst the conflict and broken morals. February came slow to show that after one, comes two, one step will come after another and everything has it’s place an all that we can do it’s our best. February came like smooth jazz on a Sunday morning, like a coffee in a quiet break, like hope to a weary heart, that everything will be okay.