All I have now is the spring.

I’ve been overwhelmed by death for the past two years. Family members, old friends, acquaintances from work. Just a wave of death.

In this wave, I turn on my television to find more death. I open Twitter to read more about death. Our dearly deceased show up on Facebook even when we don’t ask for it.

It’s inescapable.

Just as the ashes of COVID began to clear up, a balding madman from halfway across the world dredged up memories of nuclear war that were supposedly tucked away in a manila folder from 1989.

And now, we face death. Again…Only on a grander scale with less time for an Instagram obituary.

So, here is March.

The clouds are heavy. The sun spends hours trying to sneak through.

My life is a petition for sunlight. It comes and it fades.

There is always a sunset, somewhere. God, give us enough light to enjoy a spring.

It’s all we have.