What happened? What was going on? Did he take a wrong turn? Go left instead of right at the fork? Did he get lost on the detour? How did he get here? Bruised, dirty and bloody in this dark, cold, lonely hell of a place!
Spring is in the air! Can you feel it?
It’s enough to inspire one to wax poetic!
“Spring is here.
The grass is riz.
I wonder where the birdies is.”
Did you see that robin? Do you hear that birdsong?
Put on your dancing shoes. Make way for the music.