Crocuses on south-facing hills are sprouting.
Packing away the ice skates
Running barefoot on warm mud and old snow.
Ships everywhere, ships pulling in and out of port on the same day.
People swarm to the mouths of rivers to fish. The rivers push brown trails into the blue lake.
Can I ride my bike?
The first agate of the season.
The creek trickling, then flowing, then roaring.
The last first of the season -- he first saltie arrives, and it happens to be my favorite: the Ziemia Cieszynska, known in this household as "Hey, the Polsteamer's back!"