May Flowers

Sometimes when my life gets flighty... I get reflective.

I was talking with a friend the other day about how May feels. For so many years in our lives May brings a time for saying good-bye to whatever phase is ending: first grade, high school graduation, each year of college. I questioned my friend if she thought that May would always feel nostalgic, if the month would always carry a sullen sense of ending since it has held that feeling for so long.

We didn't come up with a decisive answer, the conversation moved to summer plans, finals schedules and all the wonderfulness that comes with these endings I've been questioning.

Truth is, I will never know the answer. But, honestly, I really don't have to.