May is fast waning. The month of possibilities, of come what may.
Of may bees, of aye may (Juliet’s soft-breathed ai me!), of “yes, of course you may,” of maydens and mayhem and even momentary dismay. Mayonnaise too, on little sandwiches carried in a basket outdoors.
We may find some of the same qualities left on into the next month, mayhap a smidgen in things Mayan, or even mayoral. So let us continue on gladhearted, undismayed!
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Tiffany Window