January is a bleak month of dwindling hopes (after a fair start, the jogger stops and wheezes in the crisp air, plump hands on knees, dark frown-lines of defeat griddled onto their red raw mince face) but February carries with it the dancing sound of a distant spring, that encourages the heart and enlivens the step.
With that (whatever that was) in mind, here are a few inspiring things I’ve found about the place:
“People say why don’t you give it up? I don’t think they quite understand. I’m not doing it just for the money, or for you. I’m doing it for me.”
Keith Richards
And how about this? A gorgeous work by Rashad Alakbarov, ‘Flight to Baku’, using perspex ‘paper aeroplanes’ to cast coloured shadows that paint a scene.
And here’s a pep talk from ‘Kid President’ that made me smile.
If that doesn’t do it for you, that’s fine, here’s a dog in a top hat:
is February’s hope an inverse of August’s sense of ending?