As the ice melts, as the clouds fly slowly over the lakes, the city holds its breath, wondering if this is the end of Winter. It may not be, but in the woods, we saw a flight of cranes going East. Do they know? The air is still cold, a light rain falls, the sounds of passing traffic feel subdued, as if this were a time of less certainty.
Yesterday, today, soon we will know, perhaps the rain will continue to fall, and we will have to wait for the light, a little longer…
Photo: © 2017 Honoré Dupuis
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