The fulcrum of winter and spring reveals itself to us in many ways. We know the calendar, the seasons, yet what we don't know is when, or where, we will discover the sweet knowledge that spring is truly here to stay. I found "Slipstream" while peering down a steep river embankment, through a 3" square box in wire fence. I couldn't walk away from the spring sun shining on the ice, watching the droplets become one in spring's frothing slipstream below. I hope I will always accept gifts as - and where - they are found.