Persephone Returns

No angst-ridden monologue, no hungover insight, no earth-sundering political prediction or condemnation...just Tuesday, opening of May, slightly sunnier and slightly warmer than it was just a couple of months ago...I love May, and Spring in general because it is a promise of impending Summer, a promise that you know will always be kept. The birds have started their concert series, and the frogs and cicadas are warming up for their evening ensembles. Someone once wrote, it is a hard heart that does not love May, and I think he was right.