February so far has been slow in the best way… even if it’s been very wet.
Most mornings still start the same, coffee first, always. Lately, I’ve been letting myself ease into the day instead of jumping straight into everything. The rain has made mornings feel quieter somehow, like the world outside is moving at half speed. With the flooding and constant drizzle, there’s been no choice but to slow down, stay in more, and lean into being home.
And honestly, I don’t hate it.
Hunter has been thriving this winter season. He’s fully in his snuggle, couch-potato era, happy to curl up under blankets and nap through the afternoon. At the same time, he still gets that little burst of excitement when it’s time for a walk. Rain or not, he’s ready (most of the time). Our walks haven’t been long, and they’ve definitely been muddy, but getting outside together still feels important. I just keep waiting for those crisp, cold, frosty mornings to come back, the kind where the air feels sharp and clean, and everything feels a little more awake.
There’s been so much rain this February. Days where it doesn’t stop, nights where it’s loud against the windows. It makes the house feel extra cozy though, candles lit earlier, blankets always within reach, evenings that naturally slow themselves down. It’s the kind of weather that makes you appreciate being warm and dry, even more than usual. The days are getting longer, which I’ve definitely noticed. Even on grey days, there’s more light lingering in the evenings. Spring is on the way, even if I’m not completely ready for it. It’s my least favorite season, but I can still appreciate the shift, more daylight, the promise of warmer walks, and the feeling that things are slowly changing. Sunsets have been one of my favorite parts of February so far. When the clouds finally break, the sky feels extra dramatic. Soft pinks, warm oranges, quiet moments at the end of the day. I’ve been catching them more often, stopping mid-task, standing by the window, letting the day wind down without rushing into the next thing. Sometimes life is such a rush, so these little moments of pausing I have come to appreciate.
Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, and it always makes me smile because Luke and I never celebrate it the same way twice. Some years we go big, like when we were in New York, which still feels special every time I think about it. Other years, we’ll go out for dinner and make a proper night of it. And then there are the low-key years. Those look like a home-cooked meal, a movie we both agree on (eventually), blinds closed, candles lit, and the couch becoming our safe space. Hunter curled up somewhere nearby, probably snoring. No pressure, no big plans, just being together and enjoying the comfort of home.
So to sum up February so far overall. Rainy days, cozy nights, familiar routines. A mix of waiting out the weather and enjoying the slower pace it brings. Coffee refills, muddy dog walks, soft sunsets, and evenings spent exactly where we want to be.
I’m still hoping for a few frosty mornings before winter fully slips away, but until then, days like these feel just right.
