The Hole in February

February gets us while we are weak and severely lacking in Vitamin D. The bleak whiteness drags at our spirits, erasing memories of spring and summer, and making us question who we are. Northern winds drive razor-sharp blades of ice at our exposed skin, and freeze the breath in our lungs. February is like a black hole on the edge of our cyclical lives that draws us closer and closer to our event horizon, permitting us to escape at the last minute solely so it can enjoy watching us suffer again next year.