I ran down a muddy road with a friend called Mud who pulled a dog with a leash tied around her waste. She whistled to the birds and made my blue mood disappear into the beaver house. I told her I heard the coyotes yip yip yipping the night before and between huffs she said, "cool". I worry a lot about things I don't necessarily have to worry about but I had just left the taxes and escrow bill on the counter when I left. They were there when I got home but there, too, was a desire to pull out the pom-poms and cheer myself on. I guess that's what Spring does and a run down a road with a friend who talks to the birds.
Driving to hockey last night I saw two geese standing in the middle of the ice at the bottom of the hill. They stood, honking, next to the beaver house- where my blue mood is lodged. I tried to take a picture of them with my camera phone doohickey. But alas, I can't see them in the photo. But more importantly, I can't see the confusion on their faces, "Where the fuck is the water?" they bellowed.
I tried to honk back, "All good things come to those who wait!"