Studying the clouds, imagining the ships and transformers and running sheep, the blindfolded man smelling a pot of steamy stew.
People mucking about in the mud, itching for Spring to hurry: an old man with a ball glove, a boy and his bike trying to conquer a plywood ramp up an old snowbank, a young man with his skateboard, a group of teenagers laughing.
Shelves and kettles and micro-crevasses in the heaped-up snow, all the scars of old winter telling tales of the critters gone by.
Honks! Somewhere, geese are flying! I twist my head all around, swerving over the pavement, until I see the pair overhead, circling back, looking for a free-flowing landing pad on the river. Geese!
And moments later, I smile to recognize the "Cheer! Cheer!" of a cardinal, and then hear him calling to a mate. I smile for the waking-up world, but also because the song of a cardinal? I've never known it before--but I read in a book that "Cheer! Cheer!" was its call, and to hear it in real life--it's unmistakeable. Beautiful.