The engine whirred to life. I drove to get a coffee so that I could whir to life. Then I walked to eagle ridge and looked at the frozen river and wondered if I could ever be that cold. Went and thought about the water rushing by under the ice and how that might sound. Looked up and some ravens playing around. They look beautiful. The forest has a green beard covered in snow. The snow is wet. It is spring and the forest whirs to life.