water

Went for a walk today, in my world this means i took a path perpendicular to any road or urban area.  I am very lucky these days, all i have to do is walk up the mountain from my house and there is a trail head, luckier still that no one seems to use it much.  so i stand on the edge of civilization and read the map, study the warnings, going to have to remember to wear hunter orange in the fall... suddenly the invisible force field that seems to separate the worlds envelopes me and urges me forward.  Now I do not hear the cars or dogs in the neighbourhood for the forest has my focus.  Less than 100 steps in and I am now part of the heartbeat, accepted.  Spring snow squeaks under foot, the print almost letting water in the wake of my weight.  The aspen whips have been dancing in the meadow, skirts of space around each in the blanket of white.  the north side of trees and boulders still wear their winter jackets, moss still green on the east surfaces- does it tolerate the freezing i wonder.  water transforming everywhere.  drizzle falls from the sky where the trees stand together on this warm and sunny day.  as if the ionic bond reaches over distance, water seems to be magnetically drawn to itself.  Fused and flowing, the creek eats up surface ice exposing it's song.  Here in the shade, for trees always grow along the banks, winters autobiography is left in layers, orderly as tree rings.  not a breath of wind today but the forest moves.  branches spring skyward as snow payloads fall, chain reactions bouncing the trees around.  I sit and feel at one with this time and place for I too am water.