May moves forward, as it always does, with a mixture of sun and cold, rain and bewildering breezes. It is a mercurial month, full of surprises as to which way the wind will blow and for how long.

The merry month, the one that brings forth flowers after the rains of April, the gateway to summer — whatever it means to you embrace it, for it is also fleeting. June is already peeking out from around the corner. 

Can you see her, just offstage, waiting to make an entrance. But before that happens, give thanks for May and its mysterious ways.