Soos Creek

May, 2013

It’s a charged morning, filled
with electric-warm air coursing in
cascades, like a river’s current. Spring
has finally arrived, green and reaching, while
wildflowers, petite (mostly pink), line the trail beneath
the transoms. The machine moves: cranks spin, gears catch,
rims rotate. Delight trails behind, like petals riding the breeze.