I am addicted to spring. Not swimming indoors past week or so. Need to be out in the mood of the spring morning, taking meditative walks, finding pictures, being calm and centered and immersed. The early sun is on the river. There are trees in the puddles on the lane through the meadow. Maple wings dangling, pink in morning light. Dandelions soaked with rain, falling apart in the meadow grass. Sweet, quiet zesty freshness everywhere. I am so busy during the days these days this time, this reflection, this creative process is essential to my day. Frank is home, and it’s so nice to be catching up on our days apart, and we’re busy but finding time to deeply connect in conversation. I have been working on the Play Lab Showcase, casting and assigning scripts and moving the showcase forward for Sunday night. Quite preoccupying in a good way. Mass. Poetry on Friday, prepping for that. May, May, May. I am loving the days of May, wet and cool as they have been.