February:  And she has not my velvet darkness not my miles and miles of beautiful flashing snow diamonds.

March:  The lovely swan month. I wish I was as icy cold as you, February. I could freeze the reindeer  to the harness of their sleigh. A Lapp traveler could turn his back for a moment. I would freeze the Lapp women’s gloves to the ice when they would go to the hole on the frozen lake to get water.

February:  Why don’t you do all this then? 

March:  The sun shines in my eyes. I cannot see enough to freeze things as I would like to.