Goodbye Geese, Hello Winter

Yesterday, Tyler spotted a flock of geese flying south.  We've noticed some small groups of geese practicing their V-formations, but this one looked... different.  They were in earnest.  And there were so many of them; a long line that snaked a bit while we watched them fade into the distance beyond one of the mountains.  Like a wispy trail of smoke... A few minutes later, another group flew over ahead, and then another.  I had the distinct feeling that I should probably go pack my things if I was going to catch the last train out of town...

But retreat was never part of our plan.  Instead, I walked home with a new set to my shoulders and a firmness in my gate; I felt resolved, as though I'd agreed to be the one to keep an eye on things until the geese return.  And winter is coming soon... Those birds definitely have an uncanny sense of timing.  I'll be darned if we didn't wake up this morning to frost on the rooftops, the puddles all frozen and smashed to shards where cars had driven over them.  And this evening, I walked home from my Norwegian class in the blue light of a gentle snowfall, and almost slipped on a slick spot beneath the fresh white dusting on the road.  I need: a warmer hat, and thick socks for inside my boots. Better get knitting quick!

Images of the approaching darkness...

The glacier glistening in the moonlight.