… well, maybe not quite yet. But soon. This is — will be — a small stream which was cut off by a branch of the Interstate, a stream I used to pass every day as I drove to work. And every spring, about this time, I’d slow down as I went past, hoping to see that the ice was melting, that the water was flowing, that winter was receding, and that the life of the planet was about to bloom again.
Watch this space.
[...] The view this afternoon of that stream I always watched for the beginning of the end of Winter, which I referred to a couple weeks ago. Keep [...]
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