He looked so all alone.
A speck of color in a field of white.
A bright spot in a monochrome grey day.
I wondered if he was thinking it is time for spring?
Had he arrived too early?
Or - was it that he forgot about winter's coming?
Whatever it is that his story was...today it was mine to imagine.
I've missed the ducks...and geese...and winter swans.
This morning - I thanked him for showing me the way.
This morning - I got lucky.