May 19th – Most of the day, the weather was dynamic. Sun, rain, wind, hail, sun… but even in the sun, it still looked black over Bill’s Mothers. The coos knew what they were doing.

I got soaked three times. But the rain passed as quickly as it came and it wasn’t cold.

May. It rages and it roars and it blows; but usually, it creeps out on tiptoe, spent from all the tantrums.