Spring Evening

In Northern Idaho, there is definitely a season after winter, but for most of that period, it wanders along in a state of cold, wet bark, dangerous ice, and deep mud to the hips. The presence of a full and conscious spring as I have known it in other places seems as if it will never arrive. In fact, it isn’t really confirmed until late May when suddenly, there is a rapid burst of green hues evolving from chartreuse to tourmaline, to emerald, along with an overwhelming sense that it might be summer.