There’s always something refreshing about firsts. And to top it, it’s June. The month kicking off, officially, summer.
Sadly, goodbye to May. May and I have a special bond, a je ne sais quoi that is often found here and there, like in relationships.
May is the delicate femininity that is equally mother and equally new bride. It is the softest sigh of enchantment, the gentle breeze that is half yearning, half fulfillment. To ask of it to be anything else would be to removie it from everything that it is already.
Today was the other half of yesterday. To miss a person, then realize that it could possibly be communicated with that perfect understanding that is both the source and solution. Without even a word needed, all the different messages needed to be said were said, and that was the cement that sealed this friendship.
