Frank LoBuono

The month of February reminds me of many of my old girlfriends: full of surprises, sometimes pleasant and beautiful, but often brutal and savage.

It mercilessly teases, too.

Usually cold and grey, with an occasional hint of Spring and all the potential light and warmth it brings, the promise falls apart in a avalanche of unmerciful ice, biting wind, and ruthless cold.

Reality sets in. It is what it is. And, I can hardly wait for it to be over . . .

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