An illusion of sorts

Dear March,

You've come and gone with such haste! I remember how February left us. A dance in the moonlight... flashing lights and sparkling grape juice surrounded us and we were caught in that eternal moment...

I remember how you came in running, taking every one of us by surprise.. It was a Thursday and you ran into my arms and swept me off of my feet like one of those old movies. You've given me quite a few favors on Thursdays, March. I really can't even express to you in words how appreciated those days have been. I remember how your brisk wind took me by surprise and you kept me hopeful, even when it seemed hope was gone. I thank you for your inspiration.

That Thursday, you put something in the air... something incredible... something that keeps a man awake even when his eyelids have fallen.. something for which I am so greatful.

Subsequently, you gave a Friday of rest and a Saturday of emotion. And Sunday... I felt like you gave me nineteen Sundays. Time started passing like wind passes the car when you're driving, and then you gave me another Thursday. A Thursday of accomplishment... a Thursday of fulfillment. A Thursday of relief and of surprise. And then you started to run..

You've run away from me so fast that I haven't had time to soak up your love.. You've made time stop.. and then put it into hyper speed.

Thank you, March. You've been incredible.

Love,
Ryan