... sebago lake, maine, spring ...
... neither the increasing arc of the sun crossing the sky after the march equinox, nor the appearance of red robins returning to roost, not even days containing more light than darkness, no, in maine spring's return is marked by shorts, motorcycles, open car windows, and fishers without their tiny huts ...
... making a little visit with my friend, chuck, i decided that if he was going to cast a line i was going to walk out onto the surface of east pond to better record the occasion ...
... april 12th, although a layer of slush above and beginning to rot throughout, other than along the shore and the spots above the pond's many springs the ice is still thick enough to support the weight of a small car (at least, that was the theory i reassured myself with as i ventured out) ... that'll end rather quickly, as is the norm for a late spring, but for now i felt comfortable strolling above one of my favorite swimming holes ... chuck was content to stand at the end of the dock contentedly basking in the bright sunlight ...
... soon, very soon, i'll be viewing this scene from the deck of a boat ...
... chuck and i, we share great times on east pond ...
