February is the month of creating, and joyful nostalgia. I don't know why, it just is. I notice that this happens to others as well: the pleasant revisiting of a former time, usually in the form of music. Always, like clockwork, the music I listened to in high school returns from the past, the camera comes out more than usual, and the soul gets lighter. What is it about February? You could say it's the anticipation of spring, and the tender realization that you don't actually hate winter enough to not be somewhat sad to see it go—and it is that, it is. But that doesn't explain the repetition of the past, how it springs up in this way, how it's not sad, like nostalgia usually is. Does anyone know what it is, that February does?

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