February is often described as a bridge between winter and spring. Today is cold, cloudy, and drizzly, but it’s brighter than it’s been in months, and the days are unmistakably growing longer. I don’t believe in numbers or star signs, but I find myself caught by the idea of this rare, auspicious Year of the Fire Horse, by what it suggests about change and momentum. Things have felt stuck since the pandemic, as though time itself stalled, and maybe 2025 marked the end of that pause. Maybe this new year will finally bring the movement we’ve been waiting for.
