Chico. 2009. Early spring when the sky is still grey but the air has warmed. Like today. Red moist dirt, weak green grass, buds that haven't even greened yet on the trees, if you look close. Water pounding through gorges and against rock, planning out new paths, grinding down new silt. New, everything new. Everything yes.
A dog, walking a trail it's seen a hundred times, excited because it's new, especially today.
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