Around me - I'm hearing conversations of incoming winter. Conversations about short days and long dark nights. Of cold. Of snow. Of lack of color.
I'm being asked - don't I remember? This winter past and the one before?
I do. And - I don't. That was that. Then was then. What will be....will certainly be tomorrow. Winter will come. And - it will go. As it does. Always.
Against shades of sky grey - I watched as birds took flight.
Today - I decided - was a perfect day.