April Heat

A magnificent silver cloud is glowing white around the edges. The mountain is a dark hulk of ancient rock behind a screen of lime-green pubescent leaves. A breeze plays around in the treetops, warm and wild, but is gentle where I sit. The air is not spicy even though it’s hot; it carries the faint scent of quickly decaying leaves in the northern forest. Despite this warmth, there is stillness, like we are still waiting for full awakening. The warblers are not here yet (one day away) and we’re waiting for them to sing the abundance of our sister continents. Today, it is surprising new growth turning into flower. The violets dot the yard like perfect amethyst gemstones. The sun outside the cloud is pleasantly hot on shins and face.