Spring
is when the mountain comes alive. If there’s been a lot of snow, and
suddenly there’s tons of sun, things start crawling out of the earth,
stirred to life by the contrasts in their surroundings. The hills
basically go nuts. You’re walking down the gravel driveway under a
canopy of chirping treetops and suddenly a pair of chipmunks falls on
top of you. “Sorry dude,” their little scampering body language says.
“But something’s goin’ down on this mountain and we’re just part of it!”
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