The Cranes
I was walking across a parking lot last week when I heard this odd owly kind of hooting sound. A woman near me started jumping around in all directions searching for the sound yelling, They're here! They're here! I got in on the act and began demanding, "What are they? What's here?" I like to know what's going on. The Sand Hill Cranes she told me as we spotted the flock directly overhead. We listened and watched them swirl around while she filled me in on the sand hills and where they like to hang out this wintry time of year.Today the sixers were off at their special classes and the snow was coming down and I sat at my desk and looked out the window and drank coffee and let the winter air in by opening the window a crack. I grew up in Miami so this season thrills me. They all do.
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i may love these seasons so much because in my first years i was a bostonian. i can remember snowsuits, slipping on ice, losing boots in the snow. It's all making sense now.
jw
even tho my new room is puny compared to my old one, i don't think i could go back to that windowless existence. don't want to overstate, but it was simply too bleak.