Kay Wade

February
For the southern hemisphere, February is a sultry, sticky month, but on our side of the equator February is third base on the way to spring. For all twenty-eight days, nights grow incrementally shorter, buds on trees and shrubs grow incrementally fatter, sun creeps incrementally higher in the sky, birds and butterflies feel that first faint flush of zugunruhe before that seasonal urge becomes full-on fever, urging them north. On Lake Jocassee, Common Loons are flightless, molting soft downy feathers that blow across lake and gather against the floating barrier in front of Keowee-Toxaway intake towers. Small flocks of ducks—species unidentified—pass in the distance, flying low over rippled lake water. Change is in the air. ~K