Resting on my belly upon the cool soft grass reminded me that winter was past. I looked down over the bank at the swollen river. Small logs and debris bobbed and ducked under the currents. Trunks of willow and olive trees along the shore were knee-deep in swirling ripples. Over-hanging yellow-green buds brushed the landscape as in a still-life painting by a master artist. Sun peeked through the branches and penetrated the water illuminating frenzied minnows.
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