farewell february

I've always agreed with Eliot: April is the cruelest month.  My family seems to be cursed by the fourth month of the year, and I'm sure I'll be writing about that curse one day.  Right now, though, on this last day of the month, all I can think about is February, and all I can say is Good Riddance! 

Good things have happened for me this month, but there's a cloud hanging over it all, as I've succumbed to some of my own weaknesses, not the least of which is seasonal affective disorder.  I'm ready for a gust to blow in from March.  

I can smell possibility a day away.  I'm ready to gut my existence in a spring cleaning.  I'm ready to say hello hello hello to you and you and you.  I'm ready to say yes yes yes to life to life to life.

Is it a coincidence that this giddiness comes on the first morning I've had coffee?  I am on the morning coffee-surge of exultation and omnipotence; up in prose will continue as the tag line promises.  Will you come along for the ride?