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that moment as the snow melts, where everything, fully hydrated, springs back to life

the brown banks you see are saturated with water, having just emerged from the snow, and are trickling with water running downhill from snowmelt above

the buzz of flies, mosquitoes, and bees is everywhere, and the quiet murmur of breeze in trees

the air is warm, and the water cold. clouds race overhead, having left their bulk over the city to the west

the bottom of the lake is sand, soft on your toes, and the water ripples around your ankles, knees, hips, stomach

the smell is of sun on trees and leafy bushes, mud, decomposition's half finished projects, forgotten over winter and resuming now

shot by me, on np̓əšqʷáw̓səxʷ (Wenatchi) land