June says hello, but in a shy way, as if not yet sure of herself. The wind, the rain, the chill — they remain like a guest who has overstayed an initial welcome. After all, it is time for the season to shift. The ocean calls, as do the fields and gardens. 

Patience, June says. Patience. 

But it is hard to stay still, here on the cusp of summer. The days grow longer, the birdsong arrives with the dawn. Come on June, it is time to turn the page.

Patience, June says. Patience.