Here It Comes

Hello February

live water heals memories. i look up the creek and here it comes, the future, being borne aloft as on a winding succession of laden trays. you may wake and look for the window and breathe the real air, and say, with satisfaction or with longing, “this is it.” but if you look up the creek, if you look up the creek in any weather, your spirit fills, and you are saying, with an exulting rise of the lungs, “here it comes!"

-annie dillard