Just hanging out in the snow…
… with these other robins …
… with friends …
… blending in with the maple spinners …
… and a flicker …
… and a magpie, too.
Everyone just chilling out today. Keeping the feet out of the snow.
Starlings hopping from tree to tree.
Settling down …
… anywhere …
… ANYwhere.
Starlings a little crazed, really.
Robins more than a little.
But everyone beautiful and curious in the fog.
Pretending to be a nest (Hey, you work with what you know.)
Pretending to be Leonard Cohen.
Hiding, in a quick, hopping sifting through thistles and saskatoons down the hill, the wind given shape. Gravity given to wind.
Not alone, though. (How many can you count?)
Such attention in the world, everyone watching the man walking…
… the man walking, bound to snow, where dogs have been before …
… everyone curious, waiting, circling around, waiting some more …
… always leaving, always moving on …
… always coming back, always welcome.
In the grass, everyone needs a tree.
It’s how you get around, carrying the sun within you…
… , in the ocean of the air.
