Saturday Sky: Prattling Brook

The brook and the runoff streams that flow into it run all through the conservation land that semicircles our neighborhood. In late summer it murmurs softly, slumbrous in the heat; in the winter, under the ice, it whispers of warmer days gone by and yet to come. These days, though, it shouts loudly and happily as it rushes headlong, like a kid finally freed from sitting in school.