May is a passionate letter between two lovers parting.
The weather its signature and the energy, the perfume.
Warm autumn mixes and plays with the start of winter like flower petals - will it, wont it commit. Now by the end of May the ground is damp with tears of autumn's final goodbye and so lights up Coronet Peak in the early hours of a snowy mount.
This time of transition ushers out the busy winds of a growing season, a social season, a 'needs must' period of hyper-productivity and movement, all which settle into a spacious, time-rich field of quiet stillness.
May gives space now to slow down, reconnect, recollect, finish, put down and lay down.
The last crisp days are the exhale after the kiss.