A stone-lined spring, high in the hills.
Dry after the spring freshet.
Broad Brook greets the Connecticut.
Deep and dark, from the mountains to the sea.
Spring snowpack lingers beneath the dense hemlocks and white pines on the north slope of Arrow Hill, yielding in a rush down the granite ledge on an April afternoon.
The outlet of North Pond pours from the headwall of the road crossing; Whetstone Brook continues its tumble down to the Connecticut River.
From the bottom of the meadow, a warm blush begins to color the land.