My approach startled the flock.
Birds rose in unity, then scattered.
I ran after them, to the amusement of the cows.
The moment had already passed, but I insisted.
Show me, again, that aerial notation; it has to have meant something.
The world I came from is a memory.
When I retuned to my car it was the future that I was driving towards.
But first there is a long road ahead.
And then spring will surely follow.