It was a day. It was an ordinary day. It was the final day in the month of May. The last thing I expected was an encounter with Beauty. I left my desk feeling tired and dispirited; then returned from the woods spirit-fed and joyful.
I posted these photos in a collage a few minutes ago. It's pretty, but too small for detail, so here they are, individually, from the luminous pale meadow beauty to the good old ordinary green-eyes that stand at attention each day to face the morning sun.