The
spring in my backyard is finally breaking free. I hear it like the whisper of a
long lost friend. The ice is thinning and underneath I can hear the low
gurgling of a long lost creek, beginning to flow. It’s growing strong and
stronger, faster and faster, working its way to the surface. Someday it will
wear away its outer layer of frozen particles. The sound of waterfalls will
fill my backyard. And then the birds will come, the flowers will bloom, and
within a matter of days spring will be here.
