I Love March 1

Warning: this post is all about my feelings and contains nothing profound or objective. What's new, right?

There is something about
March 1 that makes it seem like it should be a holiday. I have a great feeling of relief to see this day come in Ohio. I have this feeling every year on this day.

Do you ever regularly run or walk for long distances? Do you know the feeling when you have been walking or running for so long and then, you get to the point where you are no longer running away from your goal, but you are moving toward it? This feeling of anticipation is then magnified when you can actually see the goal ... and you are on the "home stretch."

The dawning of March is like that in Ohio ... for me.

February is depressing. There is nothing good about February ... or January for that matter, in my mind, except for the fact that my son's birthday is on 2/4. Other than that, January and February are just full of snow, darkess, cold and snow. I don't like cold, darkness and snow and snow. March, however, is a different animal than January or February. It starts to get lighter earlier and darker later. While it still may snow, there is the hope that it will melt quickly and/or we could have a very warm and spring-like weather. Spring is the goal. Spring is a good thing. I like Spring. I feel hope.

Having said all that about March 1, March 2 is not my favorite day of the year. My dad died on that date in 1979. Tomorrow I intend to post a poem on that subject, which I wrote in College, and for which I received recognition. If you don't have an appreciation for that kind of thing, don't visit tomorrow.

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