Today is a leap day. February 29th. It occurs to me that this day ought to be different than other days because, unlike other days, it only comes around every once in a while. But, it really wasn't that different. Just a buffer between February and what tomorrow will be: March.
In like a lion and out like a lamb. I love lions, and so I resent the fact that the terrible weather changes associated with the beginning of March are compared to lions. Lions are golden and warm and majestic and courageous and terrible and awe-inspiring. March is wet and cold and snowy and slushy and irascible and slinks in, not really knowing if he wants to be there or not. March is like the voice of boy going through puberty-- it tries hard, but still breaks and cracks and moves back and forth instead just grounding itself down where it should be. March is like waiting for the boy you like to call you back, but secretly inside you know he probably forgot about you. March is like any transition-- awkward and messy and unsure.
Lions are not like that. Case closed.
If I had my way, August would be a lion-- laying all regal and golden in the grass under a clear blue sky with creamy white clouds and olive-green leaves.
December would be like a lamb. Soft and special and white and pure-- and just the calm that comes from the spirit of christmas.
Maybe march comes in like a sea-urchin and leaves like... a toddler in its terrible twos.
Don't get me wrong, I don't hate toddlers or sea urchins. I just love lions.
This post was great! I especially love the comparison with March and adolescent boys -- very apt. You make up a lions in August quote and we'll spread it around the inter webs; it'll probably go viral.
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