The birthday is over. The Valentine’s Day is gone. The surprises are done and the not-so-surprising events have past.
Talk to the family back home and whine about the cold. Get frustrated with the economy and angry with the widespread violence. So many years still something remains unchanged.
Catching up with friends and keeping up with life, suddenly there is a blank space staring back. Something is missing. Cannot seem to point out what. Wonder whether life is being spent in the wrong part of the world. Missing home and the brilliant hue…
I think I have the February Blues…Missing Everything ‘You’
Home, the spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.