The skies have been mercurial this weekend.
Dark, so dark the lights have to be turned on at 3.
Light, flying and firing down the hallway.
Back and forth and everywhere in between.
The dark grey sure made the budding trees pop.
The kind of rainbows that make you wish lugging along the camera on a run was possible.
This evening involved a trip to the movies, the baking of a rhubarb crisp, and Beatles sing-a-longs.
Just what was needed.
Oh, May, I love you already.