Summer is coming. There will be camping this year. Last year … too much happening … couldn’t pull the pieces of a plan together. This year, we’re going to make it happen. The kids take these little white things, stick them on thin sapling-like-sticks, and hold these little white things over the campfire. Ideally, they won’t catch fire, but instead take on a golden brown color. The kids either eat them as is, or put them on a graham cracker, add a square piece of chocolate, and top it off with another graham cracker. Thus, a sandwich-like creation.
However, Spring has to come first. Winter snow has been slowly diminishing. I’m seeing more and more of the brown earth; less and less of the snow that has covered the ground; and the Spring runoff, both powerful and beautiful, is probably already happening. I just haven’t made it up high enough to see it. I am being sprung by the Spring, as these processes are happening: the process of writing; and the process of my emergence from winter sluggishness. My passions, dulled by the winter. I am in desperate need of the Spring, water flowing, color, warmth, and the pull of the wilderness. I want to recapture my vision and my passion. And I hope for the same for everyone. Awaken, O Sleeper.