Like water evaporating from a table . . .

[govegan]

I am grateful, violins, for this day
of four chords. Pure
is the sound of the sky,
the blue voice of air.

-- Pablo Neruda, untitled from The Sea and the Bells

For the elusive grizzlies . . .

www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDDh1j0koRo

www.conservationnw.org

Like the knight who burst from the fable,
Like the flames that burst from the dust,
Like the eagle that burst from the serpent,

As the lover escaped from the gable,
As the chains shattered from the rust,
As the travail which had now long been spent . . . .

The mountain ash flowered in the spring,
and so revealed the color of its wing.