Saturday, January 1, 2011
Yesterday it got so warm. All the snow that has brightened the ground for the last few weeks desolved, then trickled away.
The honeybees made cleansing flights and we left our bedroom window open all night long. The fresh air smelled so good.
When I took a walk on the ridge a flock of blackbirds were migrating across the fields before gathering on the tops of the locust trees in our farmer's wood-lot. From there they flew to who knows where and I wished as I watched them that I could go with them, to be together like that, to be free like that, to be a migrant of the wind like that.