I find myself in thought about various meaningless things from time to time.  

Today, after looking at my calendar I noticed the plethora of February birthdays.  I know in our family there's a slew of them in July as well.  My thoughts then progress to adding three months to the calendar to see if there's a reason for perceived sporadic bunches of birthdays.  

So by this logic: February + 3 months = May = Spring is in the air, things are blooming, and so are relationships.

For the July birthdays: July + 3 months = November = Fall has set in and it's colder.  It's supposedly the month with the fewest days of sunshine and so people stay inside and cuddle.

There you have it.