Happy May Day!
The day starts wet, with a thick fog. An English morning, as I'd imagine it. And one that is so Spring, too. Birds welcome the dawn.
This is my birthday month, and I will be 55 next wednesday. Sometimes I wonder how this happened, so seemingly suddenly an elder at last. I am wholey my own now. No basketfull of eggs within me; just the essence of my life and lifetimes.
