Here’s Why February Is The Cruelest Month
James Wolcott nails this time of year precisely: ‘April may be the cruelest month, but February is the flattest. It stretches like a plank over the muddy patch between the New Year optimism of January and March’s harbingers of spring, a brown-gray interval, and this February in particular has felt like a bus-terminal layover. Nearly everyone I know seems to be waiting for some piece of news to fall, some decision to be made, some outcome to be reached; stuck in limbo, feeling cocooned because of the cold.’
