The sweet smell of honeysuckle hangs thick in the June air. I'm driving alone, windows down, thinking of Junes past. I wonder will it ever be the same, or will get better? It's overcast, but warm. A sea of green whisks by with a sudden explosion of spring realization. Winter is just a distant memory now. Seems like only yesterday the ground was covered with snow. Now I feel my heart is finally healing; melting in the warm sun. With the windows down, with the sweet smell of honeysuckle in the air... I'm driving... I'm moving forward.. I'm moving on...