The sun is relentless, drying the grasses to flattened piles of brown hay, charring black the edges of plants, parching the color from the poppies and the hydrangeas; and yet tiny yellow blossoms bloom in every shaded corner as the earth continues to push life upwards. Another week arrived with a re-dedication to returning my swampy brain to some semblance of control over the shadow emotions and to finding a path through into the future.