🎨 The Colors of February: A Month in Shades and Whispers
I was born in a blizzard in the middle of February in northern New England. February to me is a month blanketed by snow, by white. But there are more colors to February if one cares to look. White , of course. The hush of snow. The blank page. The breath before a kiss. February begins in silence — frost on the window, milk in the sky, the quiet dignity of winter’s last stand. Red , inevitably. Valentine’s Day doesn’t ask permission. It arrives with roses, heart-shaped boxes, and the blush of risk. Red is love, yes — but also blood, courage, and the fire that keeps us warm. Blue , presidential and proud. President’s Day brings out the bunting — stars and stripes, speeches and stovepipe hats. It’s the blue of history, of ink on parchment, of cold truth and civic hope. Pink , the color of candy and compromise. Not quite red, not quite white — pink is the giggle in the grocery aisle, the card from your aunt, the lipstick you almost wore. Gray , the color of waiting. Fe...