Yesterday the temperature rose up into the 50s, and spring erupted. Spring appeared like a translucent flame, flensing snow into mist. Frozen ground appeared, dirt, rocks, and old leaves with exhausted grass. The top of the earth churned into mud.
So much snow melted that creeks supercharged, rising and raging in their beds.
Reeds and grasses lining the recently frozen creeks fell under the waters, then wavered in the coursing current;
Such a brutal shock is spring here, confusing our bodies' rhythms and expectations.