February has been a month of celebration filled with birthday cakes, boxes of chocolate and early mornings steeped in rose.
There has been flirtatious violets, swoonworthy romances and sunny windows catching dreams and turning them into books.
There has been pictures of Italy, poems of fire and beauty, and cranky creepy crawlies waking up from winter’s sleep.
There has been music; happy tunes awash in daisy blues, dragonflies bewildered by city hues, and imaginary walks with imaginary dogs.
All in all, it has been a month of tiny whispers of things to come, to grow, to bloom. After all, “to wait” means that something good is coming your way.