I used to consider The Month of May to be special when I was in high school. May brought warmer temperatures, and the prospect of the summer, which back then equated to freedom. It became a thing with my friends, serving as a month-long crescendo towards the promise of fun.

I can once again feel it in the air. Even though Covid cases have been on the rise, it seems we’re pulling further and further from the initial horror of the pandemic. People are excited about the summer, about the future in general.

And we should be. Things can be much better, and we’ll need to work toward them, but it could also be much worse. We can be grateful for where we are now, and hold hope for the future being brighter. Summer is coming. Our world is healing. We can continue to make it better, and there’s so much for us to experience.