June Is Bustin' Out All Over

Today is June 1, and I woke up with a song on my mind: “June Is Bustin’ Out All Over,” a celebration of the passing of time, with March, April, and May having played their roles and moved on.

Then I thought of these lines from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khyyam:

The moving finger writes; and, having writ,

Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit

Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,

Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

On this fresh day of a fresh month, may you live happily in each moment and look back with gratitude.