and made loud lamentation

considered by many to be the most joyous season on the calendar and yet always the hardest for me to survive they're always increased during the season blaring about seasons past and seasons to come and always this sense of lacking and always this sense of never enough and always this sense of too much too much and how must the others feel and always the reminders reminders reminders and no matter the nearness this sinking feeling passing once the survival happens of course but still such a very very long season