The Swamp

I stopped at a junction of paths through the swamp and thought it was a great day to be alive. While the trail was passable, I could see where the water must have been up to three feet higher as late as yesterday. Even the little spring had surged, making a new course and washing shoals of sand up on the path. Today was back to normal though. Frogs were singing, birds flitting through the trees, and little green things poking up through the earth everywhere. As I've said before, the swamp is the "happening" place to be.