Walking

It was nice to get our and take a walk down our street along the river.  There is still a lot of snow and walking was done with care as the ice still makes a thin layer over the pavement that looks deceptively like water.  But it is smooth as glass and slippery as oil.

As I turned at the end of my walk and headed back home, the air over me resonated with the sounds of the returning geese.  They don’t come back in the great flocks that they leave in, but rather in groups of nine or ten, sometimes only a lone pair.  I don’t know where they were going tonight.  Maybe there is a warm corner they are searching out.  The river remains solid and still they come back to it.