Five Things

How is it May already?

1. The clouds are moving in an arc today - up and over the trees, like a floating clock.

2. May tends to wraps me in a fog. Each time I write the date, I pause between each number. Time no longer feels linear.

3. Things that feel existential: Picking cobwebs off a rusted lantern; plastic gutter hooks, rotted from the sun; a drowned basil plant after too much rain…