Gregory took this photo on our French vacation last summer.  I love the composition: the washed-out brightness in the foreground, in contrast with the pleasant glow of the slightly blurred background, beckoning visitors.  It reminds me of a poem that I like. 

Just Delicate Needles

It is so delicate, the light.

And there is so little of it.

The dark is huge.

Just delicate needles, the light

in an endless night.

And it has such a long way to go

through such desolate space.

So let’s be gentle with it.

Cherish it.

So it will come again in the morning.

We hope.

Rolf Jacobsen, translated by Robert Hedin

The light reminds me of people too, often delicate and more likely to come again when cherished and treated with tenderness. 

May you be treated with tenderness on this fifth day of May.