“I just want it to be August,” I said to the Opossum. The Opossum understood and suddenly it was August and perfect.
I always want it to go straight to August. But Opossums are far and few between… and I think late April and early May is a sweet time, really, not to be rushed past. I love the comfort and ease of August but I suspect there is value for me in being patient and not rushing May. In my head it is easy but in my heart it is much more difficult and scary.