Spring Impressions

He realized shortly after seating himself atop of a massive stone on the park's knoll, gazing out over the lush spring-green prairie sewn together by a clear, rippling brook,. that sky reflections on those softly-rippling waters were countless murals drawn, washed clean, and painted anew on the canvas of life in the blinking of his eye. Sun's accretion warmed the back of his neck, now more intense, risen past the vernal equinox. Breezes buffeted fresh green grasses in the park. Thermals carried gulls, geese, and migrating pelicans on their journey to marshes and lowlands in Canada. When last he sat on the great stone the fall elements were stern, cold, and annealed; anticipating a harsh plains winter. Loping from south to north along the brook, a wily fox worked his way toward a wide slough and marshland near his view from the rock. The fox's head swept side to side in instincts perpetual sweep. From the stone he saw himself an interloper, a fortunate meddler in the affairs of nature; a nature whose portraits were always vivid and vibrant; endlessly unique and pure. Spring Impressions 9-24-16