It was a cold February night in 2003.

We had a reading, on a cold February night.

These February nights were too cold to sleep naked.

My aunt Gin had died here on a February night over ten years ago.

Despite it being a cold February night, he had on no shoes or shirt and was lying in a puddle of water.

With special clarity I remember one particular cold February night that revealed to me my own beginning.

At 12:45 a.m. on a cold February night, 20 extra minutes is an eternity.

He held a glass of mineral water, and had been careful to avoid drink on this cold February night.

The heat of the room was unbearable even on that bleak February night.

The cold snowy February night was already getting liquored up.