Ive always found May a lonesome month. Don't get me wrong, Im pleased to see Summer coming and a change of routine in my work, but there is a cold North wind that blows through the fresh green trees and over the green fields that echoes an emptiness that's soul destroying. Its kind of great truth. Its an in between seasons moment. Its terrifying , even as the sun shines. Its a looking glass which gives a brief clear view of what lies beneath life; a cycle of limited life no less. The seasons will continue on after Im long gone, maybe that's what scares me about the approaching Summer/end of Spring.Is this Pan ?
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