Spring

The robins are back, and the red winged blackbirds. The red maples are budding, and though we've had flakes of snow every day this week, when I go out to run I can smell the ground waking up. There are hundreds and hundreds of geese in the air. The sky is thick with them. But amidst all those black bodies, one day I saw a flash of white and wondered what it was. On the ride home, I saw them resting in a field -- seven swans on their trip north.