February is the uncertain month, neither black nor white but all shades of gray poured into a brief bottle.
February is the shortest month, but it often feels like the longest.
February is the month of despair, and that is why the perfect Valentine's Day gift is a box of dead roses.
February is the month to remind us of the sacrifices of the saints, martyrs, and heroes, but also to celebrate love in all its forms.
February is the shortest month, but sometimes the coldest month of the year.
February, the month of love, is the month of change and meteorological moods.
February is a month of uncertainty and anticipation.
February is merely as long as is needed to pass the time until March.
February - the month of love...?!! No wonder the shortest one in the calendar.
February days are a marketing gimmick; love happens every day.
February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.
February is the border between winter and spring.
February is a month of cold wind, snow and Valentine's Day. The perfect month for the shortest and coldest month of the year.
February is the shortest month, but it is also the month of renewal and rebirth.
February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.
February is the bridge between winter and spring.