Farewell March.

 Poor March, its happy promise of the coming spring was robbed from it. Instead of a collective sigh of relief that winter was ending, everyone was holding their breath in anxiety of what was about to happen. No one noticed the melting snow, the trickling water, birds returning, days getting warmer. On a personal note, this reminds me somewhat of the spring when we discovered dad was dying, due to the constant sadness, I called it "the spring that wasn't". I worry because for years after, early spring was a sad time of year for my family.

  I wonder if most societies will be scarred for life around this time of year. Spring 2020, a time of death like these generations have never seen before. We should have been fill with excitement for better days ahead... now however, we don't know what is ahead.

 Farewell March, you did your best, it's not your fault but unfortunately March 2020, you will forever be tainted in the history books, as will your sisters April and probably May. In fact you might as well just accept that spring 2020 in the northern hemisphere is not about renewal, it will be about sickness and death. Boy, can you ever tell I'm in a mood eh?