All the creeks in Prescott are full and flowing a muddy brown richness. The heavy deep snow is melting and filling veins of the desert. Right across the street from where I live the creek is loud and I can hear its running music all night long. Many months of the year it is completely dry, though I’ve heard it used to run constantly. When it’s here I feel a wildness in the air and an excitement for the rush that comes from many places. Branches are floating back up into their vertical reach as the load melts more each day. Winter is flirting with spring. » frozen prayer flag
