Day 13
March 21, 2009
It is the first day of spring, still… the air freezes my nostrils like winter. The ground is sugar-coated and solid.
It was surely mud yesterday, and it will surely be mud later today. Now, it crumbles and cruches beneath my feet. Last night’s star-studded sky sucked heat from the forest floor freezing underground moisture, returning puddles – and even moving water – to solid state.
A leaf in the creek bed is decorated with crystals.
Birds, undaunted by the cold, sing their love songs.
