Lost words, fallen bridges, echoes of songs once sung long ago.
Answers seldom answer, all the questions thrust at us, by us, for us. Just as morning’s light cannot always erase the criminality of the preceding evening’s darkness. Blood on the newly blossomed bulbs spark excitement and investigations. Fallen leaves, falling snow precipitates the postponement of the upcoming spring...we wait forever to arrive. Warm breezes cannot always warm the coldest hearts surrounding us, within us, pounding just for us.