A Sign From Above
I watch through the rain-spattered windshield as the flock rises as one out of the winter-mud flooded field, dirt-darkened white wings showing gray against the not-quite-light sky. Their awkwardly graceful… Read more »
I watch through the rain-spattered windshield as the flock rises as one out of the winter-mud flooded field, dirt-darkened white wings showing gray against the not-quite-light sky. Their awkwardly graceful… Read more »