Crocodile Eyes

I don't know what it is about February in Spokane, but everybody gets a little weird. Maybe it's the full moon. All night last night, it was like a dreamy version of daytime outside. The world never really settled down. Tre and I stayed up late, reading books in our sleeping bags by flashlight. This morning we were tired. The sky clouded over and a few snowflakes fell. Even Tre, who is five years old said, "I can't wait for Spring." This afternoon we visited the crocodile at the pet store. He never even blinked his eye. He's waiting too.