A favorite month for some of us, May begins in beautiful fashion, donning this floriferous coat of cherry blossoms amid wind and impending rain. Andy accurately summed up the scene by simply proclaiming that everything was blooming at once after weeks of stalled spring weather. It waited for so long, and now the petals are already falling away – the beauty lasts but a few scant days.
On this first day of May, I’m already afraid of how quickly it seems to be moving, and making motions to slow it as much as possible. I haven’t quite figured out how to successfully slow time like that – as much as I attempt to be mindful, to be fully present in the moment, to look around and pause and contemplate, making a memory, as best as I can, even as I feel the new memories disappearing as soon as they’re made.
And then I set some of it down in words, leaving them scattered here, who knows for how long, who knows for who to read, and maybe it lasts, and maybe it doesn’t.
