Here it is again- that feeling in the air. Beautiful weather brings me melancholy that threatens to drown my soul. The blooms on the azaleas and the birds sweet songs call up visions of loss for me. Oh, I'll get through it. I always do.
These are the times that remind me of just how much I wish I believed in heaven.This is the time of year that makes me wonder whether the joy of romance could ever justify the drama of despair. Again I struggle with the demons and I wonder, "How do you make the love stay?"