February is a month which I loathe as it makes me older and yet there is nothing to do except eating a mouthwatering lobster roll at Luke's Lobster in the Back Bay. Every year, while in Boston, I go there and eat this roll -a kind of a gift to myself. The funny thing is that the weather is always freezing and snowy and no one is there. It is easy to grab a bite to eat in the winter! Then, of course, going to the public library is a necessity with a double shot of espresso to wake me up. This sketch of the lobster place was done from the library. It was an enjoyable day until I caught my reflection in a window and I saw the spread of white hair. White is the color of getting old -not of happiness. lamentably!