“The beauty of the moment lies in the fact that it is fleeting.”
It is not difficult to alike the month of February to a moment. The month comes and goes. It happens, it happens short, and just like the moment, it is fleeting. The month of February will always bear a peculiar ring to my ears. Like a ticking of the clock that never ceases, the numbered days run low and before we know it, it is over.
February is short of three(3) days for a month. Still it is considered a legitimate part of the Gregorian calendar. Still, it holds to its purpose and stands to its name as a part and parcel of a year. Though short, and fleeting, a lot could happen in 28 days.
Towards the end of January, everyone anticipates the next month. The town is painted red with Valentine’s day nearing. A lot of buzz and hassle of a day which somehow is celebrated forever. And when that valentine’s fever dies, we are left counting on what’s left of the month we let running without our guard.
Soon, the days of the 20s will come. Its inevitable incremental turn from day to day makes it almost a difficult truth to capture February. Its days would have come and leave, save those that would mark that it has happened, that it, like a fateful moment, be preserved in the minds that saw, tasted, heard and felt its existence. Its memory will be replayed forever.
