Sunday, February 26, 2017

Moving day freezing rain

Yesterday, from upon a high balcony, I hear such a deep, loud rattle I mistake it for a raven's voice. A resounding comb call imbued us with the gratitude of crows. Can there be any friendlier sound or any better omen? The rainy limb it leaves wasn't lifeless, though it seems, yet walking on snow below winter still sleeps.