...with all due honor to Simon and Garfunkel.
Some years ago I came to the realization that I had a sort of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Just the reverse of what's considered normal.
Such a surprise.
Others find the dull gray of Winter problematic. I recall endless weeks of overcast skies in Ireland (and that was Summer! - I'm joking, honest.) My father found Novembers and beyond...difficult.
For me, it's May.
I had noted over the years an unaccountable melancholy that colored my Mays. It took me a number of years to puzzle out the why of it. I finally labeled it "homesickness". Not, I assure you, for a place. "Home" for me...is where I am. And very much where I am now.
But homesick nonetheless...for people.
May is a month of birthdays. In general I imagine that's true. In specific, it is very much so for my family. A sister, a father, a mother - this very day, a daughter, a son and she who regards me as her twin, and I her mine - the Lady C.
That's a lot of people, none of whom are here, here where my home is.
And so, an unaccountable melancholy - not so "unaccountable", I suppose.
To help, I turn my face to the blue sky and warm sun of California - and remember. It helps...somewhat.
And so, Peggy, on this day you are thought of. You are not forgotten.