Flora's Day

Ahh, today's bank holiday is all about celebrating Spring? 

So I should have danced around a pole, eh? A Maypole, gents! Tsk, tsk. Those lovely ancient ones with the girls wearing light sunny dresses and flower garlands on their heads, giggling and chanting whilst the blood rushes with their gracious swirling, celebrating the Roman goddess Flora in all its glory.
Well then, here's to you, once-almighty Flora, now in an age where seasons lost all meaning. 

Post Scriptum: It's also "May 1st" around these hoods, it just happens to be on every first Monday of May.

Aimlessly

Yet we kept roaming,
Our baggage heavier by the mile,
No end in sight.

Truth lies with the free of spirit. Anything else is but a mirage.

Good night, moon.
Good night, silly jumping sheep.
Good night, stars.
Good night, majestic crashing waves.
Good night, time.
Good night, crazy white rabbit.
Good night, world.
Good night, Peste.