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There is very often a warm interval in February, sometimes a few days earlier and sometimes later, but as a rule, it happens that a week or so of mild sunny weather occurs about this time. Released from the grip of the frost, the streams trickle forth from the fields and pour into the ditches so that while walking along the footpath there is a murmur all around coming from the rush of water. The murmur of the streams is indeed louder in February than in the more pleasant days of summer, for then the growth of aquatic grasses checks the flow and stills it, whilst in February every stone, or flint, or a lump of chalk divides the current and causes a vibration. With this murmur of water, and mild time, the rocks caw incessantly, and the birds at large essay to utter their welcome of the sun. The wet furrows reflect the rays so that the dark earth gleams, and in the slight mist that stays farther away the light pauses and fills the vapor with radiance. Through this luminous mist the larks' race after each other twittering, and as they turn aside, swerving in their swift flight, their white breasts appear for a moment. As while standing by a pole the dishes come into sight, emerging as they swim around from the shadow of the deeper water, so the larks dart over the low hedge, and through, the mist, and pass before you, and are gone again. All at once one checks his pursuit, forgets the immediate object, and rises, singing as he soars. The notes fall from the air over the dark wet earth, over the dank grass, and broken withered fern of the hedges, and listening to them it seems for a moment spring. There is sunshine in the song: the lark and the light are one. He gives us a few minutes of summer in February days. On his breast, high above the earth, the first rays fall as the rim of the sun edges up at the eastward hill. The lark and the light are, as one and wherever he glides over the wet furrows the glint of the sun goes with him. With bright light and sunshine, and blue skies the bird is so associated in the mind, that even to see him in the frosty days of winter, at least assures us that summer will certainly return.