Warblers and robins sang in the canopy. Two Canada geese watched silently from a secluded inlet on the far bank. I strained my eyes around their feet and spotted two goslings bumbling through the grass on the bank. They were chartreuse, budding green like everything else in their simmering, fragrant world. Everywhere, everything hungers, feeds, produces, grows.
Cells go through meiosis and mitosis .
Purple phlox bloom across gashes of sunlight in the woods. Life is making more of itself. Most of us are at least mildly repulsed by fish eggs until we acquire a taste for caviar. I suppose it is the teeming evidence that birth and growth, which we value, are ubiquitous and blind, that life itself is so astonishingly cheap, that nature is as careless as it is bountiful, and that with extravagance goes a crushing waste that will one day include our own cheap lives. I found a wide ditch where one of the city's storm sewers drains into the stream.