Low gray clouds from horizon to horizon (not that there’s anything unusual about that, this winter). A little snow falling, so fine that mostly all you can see is movement in the air without being able to make out what is moving.
And somewhere overhead, in or above the clouds, a vast noise, many geese calling and calling so that the world echoes with their honking.
That’s a strange thing isn’t it? all that noise when you can’t see them, I’d be craning my neck looking for them!
Oh, I was! It took several minutes to realize where all that racket was coming from.
This visual writing. Nice.
Glad you like it. It was a bizarre experience – so much noise out of the sky, and I couldn’t see where it was coming from at all.
Very beautiful.
Thank you, Ziggy.