Out of Season

Out of season: 

it can be a heartbreaking month for me, February, through no fault of its own really, but only due to my rush for spring and refusal to accept the present season and all that it offers. Often in these last several weeks of winter there is a false taste of early spring, warmer days, and thoughts of snow and ice seem so far away. I love these days, they're a gift out of season and should be treasured as such. Today is an example, in the final week of January and it's to reach the high 60's, just days after bitter cold and snowfall. It's hard for me not to wish this warmth to stay. 

yet a gift is to be accepted without conditions added on.

and it's still winter after all. 

any heartbreak is my own delusion. 

so I cherish this day, a gift offered out of season, and do my best to accept without adding my demands for its length of stay and for more to follow. It's enough to simply feel the warmth of the sun's rays against my skin, unencumbered by layers of bulky clothes, and to even acknowledge that the breeze still hints of winter's present hold. Nothing is really out of season, a gift isn't removed from it's current place and offered as an anomaly, it always and fully belongs to the moment that it's given.  

so February is soon to begin, another month of winter left, and colder days still in the earliest of spring. I'll accept each day as it's offered, making no demands, not even of my heartbreak. It too has a season of its own and belongs to the moment that it's given. Everything appears exactly as it does without having to fit my expectations. February always gives me ample reasons to remember this, it's a month full of gifts for me to accept without condition.

reminding me that nothing is ever truly out of season. 

there is only the grace of my acceptance. 

~

Peace, Eric