… no, not that. This. Solid (well, liquid) proof, tangible anyway, that the weather has made its turn, or that the Earth has tilted the North Pole back toward the Sun, or that a Benificent Force has wakened, seen our plight, and acted in our behalf.
Neat, isn’t it, the way we (all right, I) leap to conclusions: The sun is shining and I do not shiver when I open the front door and birds which may very well have been geese were heard honking and flapping through the air this morning; therefore, all’s right with the world. (h/t R. Browning.)
And here, the tangible proof.
Young man river.
