The
first swan flew over today. My darling was glancing out an open back window
when the lone honk of the feathered white creature marked the still winter air.
It flittered and fluttered its way through our still chilled air, sounding its
call in the hopes of finding a familiar face. Unfortunately, he’s alone right
now. He’s the first one to pass on the way north, but soon he will be visited by
millions of neighbors. It’s quite extraordinary, but within a month hundreds of
thousands of waterfowl will nestle in beside me in my tundra land. And the lone
swan who visited me today, will feel overwhelmed with the amount of friends he
lead this way.
