Maybe

May has been late this year, maybe, but has come with a vengeance this last week or so of idyllic weather. May blossom always reminds me of my father: his birthday was in May and each year it was a race to see whether that or May blossom would come first.

Yesterday morning I took my first, fleeting swim in the L. To do this and get back in time to take breakfast in solitude requires getting up earlier than usual, although even so at this time of the year the sun is up before me. Those that miss this time of the day miss the best part of the day IMHO, but then it is best partly because They miss it!

Early morning swim