It’s almost spring thaw. Time to stop testing what weight the surface will bear. Time to step away from rimed water’s edge, time to look back, forward, too. Time to shake off the water from the unwitting plunge, time to look out for early spring pits of mud splooge, sucking you in to the knee, time to stock up on sunscreen lest one get burnt again and have to take refuge inside. Refuge, after all, is not that far off, alphabet-wise, from refuse.