Well, it is the last day of February. I can't believe it. It seems like it has just flown by.
Well, maybe that is because it happens to be the shortest month of the year.
I am greatly looking forward to March.
Lots and lots.
I can't wait until Spring makes its grand entrance once again.
I can't wait for the warm air.
The smell of mud.
The feeling of grass between my toes.
It's going to be grand.
And don't worry I will document every moment of it.
If I can.
Spring inspires me.
But, so does the bleakness of February.
Shall I explain myself?
February is known to be bleak. Dark. Cold. Dreary. So I-attempting to be an optimist-try to be inspired by it.
So it is bleak outside-well I like it!
So it is cold outside- better for drinking tea.
So it is dreary outside-makes for soft light.
In short, what I am saying is that I am trying to be inspired by the un-inspiring. I don't know how that works, but it does.
And I feel inspired.
I am going to stop rambling now.
Inspired by the un-inspiring-and looking for inspiration,