Another month that offers a brief life of promises and hope but ends up ending all too soon. Oh and its promises are fleeting if not entirely forgotten. May holds an empty hand to the sky, to grab the sunlight and bring it down to admire. It may share of that with you. But it won't let you race with the rays or dance with the deity of the season.
It reserves all rights and passages to the realms of eternal green for itself. The paradise that it is will close off without warning. The only way left to go is onto another month of question and confusion of how this time works. And the confusion isn't worth the time to ponder. Stones need to be skipped. That's how you deal with this month.
There
will be pipers, and perhaps some birthday cake stories. One tale will be
strange and strangely tragic and the other will be a terrible story
about someone not getting their cake. Somehow that will describe the odd
bits of this month. Like a ghost in the woods that's been demoted to
using wildflowers as omens.
It's forever just a gateway, a threshold to something pleasant and wondrous. That is if you're lucky enough to get here under pleasant conditions. That's not always the case. As for the season of life, there's hidden some rather awful things here. The best way to skate past the debris of some fallen monument of its glory, is to literally skate upon a layer of faux ice and smooth stone from the nearest rocky edge of a sea-stricken cliff.
An Observation by Iggy 2019
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