I've always felt like February is the longest month, which is odd considering it's the shortest. It's the month when winter becomes unbearable; the month when the snow is no longer white and beautiful, when hot cocoa and roaring fires are less enchanting (if you can believe that).
But every once in a while, I come upon something that makes me appreciate this northern climate.
I love the colours and the distinct feelings every season brings with it. This picture reminds me, on this bleak February morning, that four drastically different seasons is actually really great. One makes you truly appreciate the other.
