Grief redux...
"It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins
in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the
summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill
rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it,
rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and
high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need
it most, it stops."
--A.
Bartlett Giamatti