I never thought I'd catch myself saying February is my favorite winter month. Usually it's full of cold and gloom and sludge and everyone being relieved that it's the shortest month of the year. But this year, I think February is having an identity crisis, because it's been a tropical paradise for nearly a week. We're talking days inching into the 60s, windows down everywhere, and harsh light and shadows in glorious abundance. Even as I'm sitting here writing this, I'm looking out the window and thinking about a dip in Lake Michigan.

So thanks to my friend Kelsie, who is fierce and funny and has a rad bee tattoo, for joining me in chasing after that warm sun glow this past Saturday.