Through the barren trees, the purple light of dusk lingered, softening silhouettes and gently submitting the world to slumber.  The air hinted sweetly of Winter, and the stars nodded and blinked in agreement.   Then suddenly, the air turned sour as…

  Ah, June.  The sweetest of the Summer months.  Gentle and blithe.  Light and amiable.  Warm and wholesome.  She is but a peck on the cheek, called to court the child in us to frolic in her fields.   Though it is…