The crystal beams of early morning sun shimmered on the surface of the River of the Suwaree as it ambled around River Bend. After months of sustained charging, the springs and snow that feed the watercourse were making it fat and lazy. Years of deprivation had reduced the old girl to a meager girth, so it was a bit disorienting to see her so full again.
It was also confusing to be in the woods during this liminal period when wintertide is ebbing and spring is beginning to flow. The vernal season works from the ground up, so blades of grass and assorted ground coverings are photosynthesizing like high school kids while the leaves are not yet on the trees. The effusion of cholorphyl on the ground has so totally transformed the paths I travel at least twice a week that I felt almost lost running down them.
Because the moon was full just after the vernal equinox, we are now living in the Easter season. Everything is new and that’s exciting, but it is also a little bit weird. Things don’t look quite the same as they used to, thank God, so it is somewhat hard to get oriented. As soon as spring rolls all the way up the mountains, we should be ok. Besides, it’s not like the fall when everything is going to sleep. Now everything is waking up, ready to get it on.