Suddenly, it’s summertime again.

The air is thick, the sun is hot, the neighborhood is busy. No one can even remember grabbing a coat before leaving the house anymore.

But seasons past don’t just disappear. The pain and the familiarity of it don’t just go away. Alone then, alone now. Weather doesn’t change that.

Do you remember the way it felt? Do you remember the way I do?

I am filled with hurt and it’s much too heavy in this heat.

I am also filled with hope. Hope that the cool front can move in and naturally set in a simmer to dull the boiling pain.

Time heals nothing.