It’s that time of year.

The sun shines brightly as winter coats are shed.

The trees awaken and spread their leaves.

The zoos open with a smattering of little animals clinging to their mothers.

People gather in parks for picnics of good food, good company, and good times where awesome memories are made.

Children run, play, and laughter fills the air across the land…

… and it’s the time of year when the wounds on my soul are ripped anew.