The Crane

Today I walked on the country road by my farm house; it was the first real cold day, and I remembered I now need to put on a cream to protect my face from windburn. Hat, gloves, scarf, coat, face cream...just getting ready to go outside is going to be a chore for the next 4-5 months.

After I passed the dead, dried-up cornfield, and passed over the bridge, out of the woods flew a crane, honking (or whatever cranes do)...

I had never seen the crane before, and was unaware that there were any cranes around, nor that there is a pond in the woods; because in the summer the foliage was thick.

The crane flew to the west, towards the setting sun.

The days are too damn short.

Blessings ~