It's Spring So We're Both Amiable Spiritual alchemy, I tell Crow. That's what makes humans unique. We can turn darkness into light. The new ramps are like small rabbit ears quivering everywhere in the greening slough, making sharp alchemy of their own. It's not the same, I say, watching Crow sidewise while pulling my boots out of sucking mud. That's physical alchemy. Science. Crow becomes shade, and is found by sun again. We're tricky, I add. Just not uniquely so. I'd swear Crow grins but the truth is I'm being ignored. Tolerated, so long as I don't pull any loud blunders or stupid shit. Ha, I cackle, as if I were prone to anything else. Light into darkness on a regular schedule. Still, that's spiritual alchemy of a sort. Nothing Crow about that, though it's true we're pinched from the same clay. I've gleaned rock cress, toothwort, and waterleaf for my bucket—they'll make a meal later in the day. Mountain s...
Like the title says.