Springtime

The weather is warmer, the wind is blowing:  spring is in the air.

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what. ― John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga

No one can capture longing quite like Melissa Etheridge: her poetic lyrics, her intensity. Brava.

Exhibit 1:  Come to my Window.

Exhibit 2: I'm the Only One.

Exhibit 3: Angels Would Fall.

Exhibit 4: I Will Never Be The Same.

And finally: Exhibit 5 (brand new!): Wild and Lonely.