Green, that's what the rains left behind. Everywhere you look, something budding, something sprouting, something bursting forth.

Here's the burn at Bluffs Park, transformed into a savanna where snakes and hawks and coyotes hunt, and rabbits and quail and deer and doves go about their daily lives. The scent of a million little dramas makes the dogs unhinged. They zigzag on the path, vanish from view in the grass (though I call them back - they're not allowed to chase or disturb anyone who lives here.)

I get a bit unhinged, too, as the broad strokes of green and the infinity that is blue whisper spring-fevered sweet somethings into my willing ear.