late spring in the south GA countryside
Ripple marks across the dirt roads where floods left their mark; red clover and wild lilies and verbena in the springy-wet roadsides. Earthy smells of dirt and growing greenness that fill your head and lungs. Pecan trees finally having the courage to sprout tender green leaves; wide live oaks ever stalwart, having never shed theirs. Rows and rows of green things growing insanely fast. Birdsong everywhere; and above, hawks, crows, buzzards, the occasional rare whooping crane heading north -- and a sky so broad and high you can look up and fall upside down into it and sail off into space, if you don't watch out. Open, free air, so pungent with freshness you feel you are breathing for the first time in your life. Later, the humidity and steaming heat will chase the memories of this extraordinary clarity of air; but let us savor it while this brief moment is here.