No, it’s not a bar cry for weaker drinks. It’s an uptick in the weather, a boost in Vitamin D, a reason for — well, maybe not celebration — a reason for optimism. The rivulet, the creek, the tiny stream is flowing still more loudly and rapidly. Loud. That’s the key, and I hadn’t thought so much about it before. It’s loud. A sound of Spring. Rejoice.
Now you can hear it, if you take time to stop.
[...] you to previous entries in what has accidentally become a series. First was I’m Melting, then That’s What I’m Talking About, then More Water, Less Ice, and most recently, Next Step: Add Green. So here is it, with green [...]