- published: 10 May 2014
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February 2009 was the second month of that year. It began on a Sunday and ended after 28 days on a Saturday.
Inasmuch as the month of February in non-leap years is exactly four weeks long, in years when it commences on Sunday, all western calendars designating Sunday as the first day of the week present the month in four equal seven-day rows. February is the only such calendar month where this may occur, and February 2009 was one instance. A so-called "rectangular" February had previously occurred in 1998.
Although February 2004 also started on Sunday, it was not a "rectangular" February, because the 29th made one day of the fifth row of the month.
Also notable is the presence of Friday the 13th on the calendar for February 2009. During any month that commences on a Sunday, such as November 2009, the thirteenth falls on a Friday. Thus in any year with a "rectangular" February, Friday the 13th will also occur in March, giving two Friday-the-13ths in a row. The next instance of this appears on the calendar for the year 2015.
I threw your keys in the water, I looked back,
Theyd frozen halfway down in the ice.
They froze up so quickly, the keys and their owners,
Even after the anger, it all turned silent, and
The everyday turned solitary,
So we came to February.
First we forgot where wed planted those bulbs last year,
Then we forgot that wed planted at all,
Then we forgot what plants are altogether,
and I blamed you for my freezing and forgetting and
The nights were long and cold and scary,
Can we live through February?
You know I think Christmas was a long red glare,
Shot up like a warning, we gave presents without cards,
And then the snow,
And then the snow came, we were always out shoveling,
And wed drop to sleep exhausted,
Then wed wake up, and its snowing.
And February was so long that it lasted into March
And found us walking a path alone together.
You stopped and pointed and you said, "Thats a crocus,"
And I said, "Whats a crocus?" and you said, "Its a flower,"
I tried to remember, but I said, "Whats a flower?"
You said, "I still love you."
The leaves were turning as we drove to the hardware store,
My new lover made me keys to the house,
And when we got home, well we just started chopping wood,
Because you never know how next year will be,
And well gather all our arms can carry,