Was out walking the other day under a brilliant May sky. The temperature was neither warm nor cold. The humidity neither high nor low. A simply lovely day, the air filled with the happy sounds of songbirds. Not one thing to complain about. And it's moment such as this where I wish I could simply hit the proverbial 'pause' button. If there was ever a day or a time to lock onto, this would be it. May brings a sense of hope and optimism for the summer ahead. Quite literally, the entire summer season lies ahead. Yet for me there's a slight but noticeable feeling of apprehension the moment May dissolves into June. From there it's just three short weeks until the days begin shortening. And already I begin to look back wistfully at days such as this, mid-May, when the weather was perfect and there was nothing to complain about. So I keep stabbing at that imaginary 'pause' button, but to no effect. The days pass, and moments like this quickly begin to transition into memory. Best I can hope for is to get outside every moment I can. Put aside work and obligation, if only for the moment. Just walk in the springtime air and absorb as much of the season as I can hold, knowing I'll need to replay these moments sooner than later. On this day I made a point of walking off trail. The cemetery grounds end at the tree line to the right in this photo. It felt right to be here, walking this boundary line, just a step or two inside of the burial ground. It seemed to amp up the energy level several notches. Yes, an oxymoron...that tranquil energy. I got to thinking this might actually be the peak day when I look back at Spring, 2021. Funny thing is peaks like this are usually never noted at the time. The significance is only apparent through the perspective of time. Yet I'm pretty sure this was it. Friday afternoon. Mid-May. A day there was nothing to complain about.
