The early morning iridescence of a pigeon. May 18.
Clouds resting discreetly on the shoulders of mountain peaks.
Enveloped and embraced. May 19.
On this morning, raindrops and tiny things were magnified, as if the world was under a microscope, and a passing dog looked enormous. May 20.
World still under a magnifying glass. Or maybe that everything looks exceptionally clear through my camera lenses, my substitute for glasses. May 21.
May 23. Wet.