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Daily Cascade #1089181 added May 12, 2025 at 12:22pm Restrictions: None
May? Or Not?
Prompt:
Let this quote inspire your entry: βIn May, anything seemed possible. If only I could learn to harness time itself. To make every month like May! Or, perhaps, to live backward in time, so that whenever the end of the month arrived, I could turn May right around and live it all over again.β β T.A. Barron
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I don't know what makes May so special, for T.A. Barron. I think he must have had a fantastic May to want to live it over again. In my case. though, I'm usually more curious about tomorrow than today, as beautiful as today might be.
This could be because I hesitate to relive anything that has passed, for fear that the second replica won't feel the same. It is, however, a fact that May falls on a crossroad between the end of winter and the beginning of summer. For many people, this time of year signals energy, creativity, and optimism.
On the other side of the coin, this quote can be taken as a quiet lament. May, no matter how radiant, does pass like every month. This brings up a universal human desire to hold onto our inspirations and happier selves and, so to speak, to a state of awakening.
Not that I'm lamenting the end of May, but as much as I like looking forward, I also fear a scorching June and the rest of the summer for, where I live, summers bring hurricanes and awful heat. Then, it is possible that, at times this summer, I may want to go back to May again.
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