If you were born just after the big war in the Tensaw delta, where the wetlands of the Alabama river rage into the Tombigbee river like a thousand thunderstorms, you’d know Bottle Creek, which is in actuality a circle-shaped inlet, with fingers creeping off into every direction, surrounded by a roundel of cottonwoods so large and old that you would think they have been drinking from these waters since before there was civilized man, or man at all, or even before the cottonwood and water ever was.
Joseph- Wonderful piece. But the standout phrase for me is “Undistributed snow.”