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It's warming up, a little. Not to full spring yet, but the snow has melted and the mud is beginning to dry, here and there. There are snowdrops, and faint ripples of green in the brown grass.

River -- in sweater and coat and boots -- sits under a willow tree, watching the lake. The spreading branches are just beginning to haze yellow-green with new leaf-buds, and somewhere a lark is singing.