A Young Man's Fancy

"In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. (Locksley Hall, Alfred, Lord Tennyson.)"

It's that time of year again. The sun is shining (finally), the flowers are blooming, and young lovers are strolling through the park hand-in-hand, basking in each other's glow.

Meanwhile: I sit here in my living room, shades drawn, updating my blog.

Lovely, just lovely.