May 1st, an old European pagan day that brings to end a night specially aligned to communicate with the spirits and power of nature, and whose daybreak heralds the spring.
The sun shone in all its glory, its first rays having triumphantly reached the mountain peak. One of these days I will join that early sun ray up there on the peak of the mountain, for its morning celebration.
May 2nd. The sun, passing the mountain peak, goes onward where I can only follow it with my eyes, its rays however beckoning me to the water where they dance and shimmer.