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.