Who could not feel well on May Day! When I was a child, we made baskets and filled them with flowers and candy and hung them on the doorknobs of neighbors. They did the same. Then, the Russians used it as a day to parade their weapons. Now, it is a day to protest, demonstrate, speak.
The sun shines again today. I continue to be enchanted with the light. It is staggeringly beautiful. Whatever grabbed me yesterday has mainly passed through, and I will dance around the May pole of my mind.