I am blue.

It's cold. It's overcast. The year-end blitz of celebratory holidays has passed.

It's been weeks since the ref's whistle blew an end to the NCAA College Football season. Pitchers and catchers are only now reporting to MLB's Spring Training. None of the made-for-television sporting extravaganzas--neither the NFL's Pro Bowl and Super Bowl nor the NBA's All Star Game--can fill the void of winter.

Daily Bible reading programs are mired in the Old Testament book of Leviticus.

Truth be told, even February--with the exception of every fourth year--can only tolerate itself for a mere twenty-eight days.

But I've decided my blues are not just about the calendar month of February. The month of February has become something of a metaphor. I have a growing impatience with the seasons of my life that feel like February. Cold. Transitory. Detached.

But then, even Leviticus--though tedious--has much to teach our hearts and minds.

And, admittedly, so do the Februarys.

What's your version of my "February"?

What's the learning?