My month of special significance would need to be March. Besides the fact that I was born in March (on the 15th, the "Ides of March", the day that Ceasar was knifed...), I enjoy March because of the weather. March weather is so exhilarating! I love snow, and I love rain. March seems to be a wild card when it comes to weather. One day its blizzarding ("Like the month of March in the year 19-something or other," my momma always says) and the next it's pouring rain and then it's partly cloudy with a blustering wind followed by a smattering of sunshine with a later touch of snow. Many of my favorite poems of Robert Frost contain snow as a theme, and I associate snow with March.
March is also the month my Aunt Debbie passed away in, which greatly influenced my life and the life of my family when I was in the eighth grade. I've always been a serious person, but there's something about my aunt's death that changed me that year. Maybe it was because I was young and hadn't known anybody that died who was so close, but every March I also feel her passing again.
March is also the last stretch of winter before spring. I like March because we're almost through the cold months, approaching the warm months, but with enough frost and rain left to enjoy. Spring, and rebirth, is right around the corner, but far enough away to give you something to look forward to.
I see that there is "0" comments. Not sure what happened. I remember reading this post. I think I commented that it fits you to have a birthday on the "Ides of March". Not because you are morbid or a threat to anyone, but because you love literature and Shakespeare so much!
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