In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"Spring' s arrival. Birdsongs wake me at sunrise. Dusk creeps in a bit later each day. Newness surrounds me. The freshness of life is a sharp contrast to your painful absence from my world. The summer is not far from reach, but you are. Bitterly, I wonder why I can't see you once more, why I can't go back..."
The Angle: Vol. 1992
, Article 8.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1992/iss1/8