May’s Awakening When May peeks through the window, she carries the scent of blossoms, a wild sprinkle of colors— often joyous, sometimes coy.

Bouquets of chaos adorn the earth as if nature herself is a painter, splashing exhilaration, a tapestry woven from laughter and unbridled ecstasy, echoing the promise of warmth.

• Francis Picabia