Lately sad feelings follow me around like a small pet, nudging my ankles, demanding attention. I think I am strong, ignore it. I’ve been down in these wintery doldrums before and it never ended up doing me any good–all those tears shed over what happened, might happen, fears unfounded, or realized. . .I guess it all comes down to fear in the end. These raindrops of my heart need to be gone, dried in the sun of a new day, and enjoy the new season of spring.