The month of February always strikes me as wonderfully unusual with its shortage of days compared to the rest – and only every four years does it even approach the third decade of numerals but never, ever, reach it. When I get to thinking about this sometimes comes that huge awareness that time is totally man-made. Without the months and the hours and the minutes there would just be – time. Days and nights. Seasons. Would it be freeing to exist thusly? Or horribly confusing? How could one plan anything. Or perhaps that is the point. I am sure others have wondered about this and I imagine there are books dealing with the adventure. For now I am content to just imagine……..