February is here. One-and-a-half-ish winter months down. One-and-half-ish to go.
Msn says it's 32 degrees in New York, NY, two hours from here but close enough. I run and think of spring sunshine on bare legs. Wind whips headphones away. But I roll up my sleeves and realize that this might be the worst of winter.
I can take it.
"Are you okay tonight?" she asks on the phone.
More than okay tonight.