Wednesday, March 19, 2014
The snow melts, feeding the hillside springs, slipping down into our damaged springs. I chase a sediment plume in the construction zone furiously upstream, only to realize it was caused by a giant bullfrog shaking loose the silt from hibernation, arising to the surface to warm himself enough to slip back down into the silt and sleep for another month.
Whatever grievance I bring you is a soft one. Life goes on and spring will come. The soil will warm, then dry. The winter ducks will fly north and away. The fish will rise and I will find them.