I know, I know.
It's been a while. I just didn't realize how long it had been.
Not too many flowers bloom in Autumn or Winter in NYC.
So I'm dipping into my secret archive....

This one comes from a weekend trip upstate I took a couple of years ago. For me it was a magical time. But with magic sometimes comes anxiety.

Anxiety and magic run through the fields holding hands until things explode into a fiery anticlimactic ending of broken hearts (mine, anyway.)
But C'est La Vie, such is life, and if you're not suffering a little for love, then you're not alive.

What are your stories of heartbreak and longing?