For a month that ought to have been long and productive, full of time to do anything and everything and some more, what with 31 full days, each longer and brighter than any we've experienced in a while, May has simply gone screeching past.
The magnolias and tulips have bloomed and gone. The maples and the oaks beckon us outdoors, waving at us their branches laden with new leaves.
The breeze, whenever it blows, stirs a chill all around, as if to remind us that summer is not truly here yet, and that all of this golden magnificence is merely a teaser, a glimpse of what is to come. Possibilities unfolding.
I love the neither-here-nor-thereness of spring. Because, basking in this coexistence of cool wind and warm sunshine, we need not think about the biting cold of the winter just gone by nor the harsh heat of the summer yet to come.
Spring is a season in which I find it easy to be happy, filled with joy, and at peace with myself and the world around me. When I look up at the clear blue sky and stare into its vastness, it is easy for me to be kind and forgiving towards the world at large but most importantly, towards myself.
It's likely the optimism of new births and growth that is lifting my spirits. But also, the older I grow, the more I realize how little of life is truly in our control.