May Day is one of my favorite things about the Cities.
When I was little, I just loved the puppets (though some of them scared me a little.) These days, I still love the puppets, but I love the joy even more.
This year, after a painfully long winter, May Day came just in time; we needed this beautiful absurdity, the bright colors, the smiles, the gathering. May Day is painfully earnest, is families making puppets together, is smack-you-in-the-face metaphor, is a bit of madness, is utter joy, is being incredibly weird and together.
I nearly cried at the parade. It’s such a hopeful thing to do, presenting this parade with big ideas with puppets made with the hands of the community.
I’m so thankful that I was able to attend this year.