It’s more than half over, but a belated welcome to February.
February, as you probably know, according to McDonald’s commercials and school programs is Black History Month, as opposed apparently to the eleven other White History Months, or wait, Hispanic Heritage Month in October, but not Indigenous Heritage Month, so diez y media meses for European American point of view. But are some schools and programs in New York City trying to turn that around for the next generation?
February is the shortest month at 28 days, except when it’s one longer and it’s 29, and it’s still the shortest month. This phenomenon has inspired a movie with that one chica and some I think English guy I don’t know called Leap Year that I have seen advertised with an appealing shade of green that sets off her red hair of that famous person. When it is 28 days, it’s the same length as the cycle of the moon, incidentally.
My mom’s birthday is in February (happy birthday mom!)
I’ve heard that February is the coldest month; perhaps, because the winter has been so long at that point – 4 months of cold in the deciduous forests of the North Central-East Northern hemisphere, like New York, Wisconsin, etc. But I think February’s close proximity to Spring has a sense of “this can’t go on forever” that we, as a society might need to experience fully at this point.
February is home to Groundhog Day, Valentine’s Day and President’s Day. Superstition, Romantic Love and Patriotism all together under one moon shadow.
And it’s been snowing for us North Central-East North Americans – lots of snow – white, packing like the cotton in asprin bottles under your feet, reflecting sun and/or chilling in big packages of coold on corners as you walk by.
What does it make you think of? Leave a comment: