April Come She Will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.
June, she'll change her tune,
In restless walks she'll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.
August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I'll remember
A love once new has now grown old.
The above is one of my favorite songs by Simon & Garfunkel. Sadly, the month of April will be coming to a close and when May gets here so will the hot, humid weather of which I abhor. Already, thinking of where I can escape the heat for a brief vacation this summer. Unfortunately, trips I had planned to Spain and India have fallen by the wayside so we'll see what the winds of change bring in the next coming months.