April Showers

The rhyme claims sweet April showers will spring May flowers… but the air is nearly always heavy and damp here, without regard to the month. Perhaps that is why, even for me, time seems to move more slowly around Forks… one day seems as wet and overcast as the next… or perhaps the previous…

Today, the Sitka branches bent low, laden with a thousand mirrored droplets and soaked sponges of moss. I stretched alongside them, sweeping my slender arms downward until my fingers raked the sopping ground, already overflowing with the sky’s tears. I turned up two handfuls of mud and fluidly somersaulted backward over a decaying log to rest firmly upon the soles of my bare feet in a perfect pouncing stance.