Midway

It is hard to believe that it is midway through summer. There was no spring. Spring was just a bad memory that began with sickness and ended with hate. Summer is hanging in the balance, not knowing where to go. Sickness is lingering but not everywhere. Hate is hanging on but its hold is loosening. Autumn will be the tie breaker. It will show whether or not the changes we made lead to a better place. By the end of autumn we will see if humankind has had enough suffering to see the handwriting on the wall and make sure that the evil is tossed away for ever.