Tonight I was walking Eevee and the sky was a delight. Sparkling and flooded with light from a full moon, Orion swathed in a sash of jet smoke, the big dipper scooping up some distant magic.
Wild geese were honking their noisy reunions, wings awhirr as they swooped in to land on the half-melted river. Walking over the bridge, I could see them from above with the moon on the wing, and I felt a little heart leap of understanding just why Maria called it one of her favourite things.
Just when we had almost reached home, a new sound hit my ears - the silvery trumpet of swans. Eevee and I ran down to the water in hopes of seeing them but they weren't in sight - maybe they had only flown over or maybe they had landed around the bend.
I tried to capture the night with my camera but no luck. It was oxygen just to be out in it, free, with birds coming home at the cusp of spring.
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