This is the time of year I feel drawn to make pilgrimages to the nascent lakes. I come with nothing but my need. I come to fill an empty space inside me with images of the possible. I come to encounter the immanent.
This is the lake that will open on April 1.
First, though I haven't laid eyes on it in months, it is still there.
Second, others have come as well. There is already life there. The great flowering has begun.
Third, Winter is letting go its grip, the locks are opening, the chains are falling away.
Finally, I have come to be ready.