Sometimes during these mild winter days I can almost "hear" the ice shifting and melting along the edges of South Park's 'Dream Stream.' I can picture big rainbows moving up out of Eleven Mile and holding in the undercuts. Some times we, like the fish, can be fooled into thinking it is Spring. I think it is time to walk the snaking meanders and look around. Perhaps it is foolish, but this morning I am going to pretend it is the first day of Spring.
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