The End of May

May gets short shrift from poets and writers.  April seems to be a favorite, and I don't know why. Anyway, it's 9:20pm on May 31 and I want to call attention to a month that will soon be buried in the history books. This was a great May! Lots of rain. Beautiful, sunny days. That quality of light which causes every color to explode. No humidity yet. The days are still getting longer. No worries, mate.

May is a month I could travel with. Say...Montana. Variable weather. Clear skies that stretch to Forever. Chance of freak snow storms. Freak snow storms!! How about driving through the mountains northwest of Madrid in mid-April (forget May) at midnight!! The guardia were shunting cars and trucks off the motorway but we didn't understand the situation and kept on truckin until the blizzard hit. Picture that sequence in Stargate:SG-1 or any space movie where they switch into hyperdrive and the stars look like light sticks swishing past. That was us. I was sure we were dead. Even after I was tucked comfortably into my bed at Hotel Plaza Mayor in Madrid.

Yep, April is the cruellest month. May, however, is a song-bird's dream. A tiger cub's first wish. A dolphin's playground. So, let's hear it for May. If you're planning a trip, start in May. Unless you're south of the equator. Do the math+