The winter's dark and cold have finally relinquished their hold on us, and not a moment too soon. Here in southern Maine, May 1st marks the turning point past which snow, while not impossible, would, at the least, be a short-lived surprise.
With summer just barely over the horizon now, the vacation town in which I live is beginning its metamorphosis from an unremarkable sleepy New England town of around 8,000 residents, into a bustling seaside destination of over 75,000. It's a mixed blessing. It is wonderful to have businesses and restaurants open again; but at the same time, the quiet and privacy we've enjoyed through the winter will soon disappear under a tide of French Canadian sun worshipers and leisure seekers.
And no, I've yet to hear a good reason why the lion's share of Old Orchard Beach tourists come from Quebec. It's not a bad thing, of course, but it is weirdly specific.
With the pagan holiday of Beltane just behind us, this is a time when many people of my faith focus on matters of fertility and growth, which is one reason I found myself down on the beach at sunrise a few days ago taking this photo.