It's been awhile since I've talked to the moon

Actually it's been awhile since I've had a heart to heart with anyone. I've come to a conclusion that in many decades when this tired body finally does give up the fight, my funeral will be attended by many friends and relatives, but alas, no widow.

Perhaps it's the recent birthday, but I'm confronting my own mortality a lot lately. This used to be a tragic thought, now it's a confrontation of the inevitable.

This older soul has come to the grim realization that solitude is best for my endless contemplation. In my youth I imagined a wife I could travel through life with. However, that seems to have been a pipe dream, evidently I'm difficult to get along with.

It all seems so absurd

My soul and heart have been through a wringer the past few months. This is why I haven't written, sometimes self examination needs to take place in private.

Pondering the slow return of spring always makes me contemplative, the beating rain, the warming air, the return of the sun as a familiar friend. The recharging of the soul that comes with the sounds and smells of rebirth.

However this rebirth tends to make me sad as well, makes me realize the size of my empty bed at night, no one to share the sounds of the birds that awaken me each morning.