Two feet plus this morning. Windows rattling from the snowy breezes. And, look! Snow drifts on our windowsills.
I went out to shovel. (My condo-mates did most of the work, though.) Snowflakes are light and still accumulating.
Sidewalk is clear, but street has not yet been plowed. Those are my bootsteps. Fluffy stuff.
Walked a few blocks to the main street
On the way back home saw a bird fly across this street. A robin!
Another dozen robins flew out into the trees. Here’s one that lingered (pic below). Can you see the orange peeping out of the snow-covered branches? You have to look hard. The bird is center/left in the photo. Wishing I had some bird seed in my pocket. Will get some when stores reopen.
Here's today's revelation.
When I first saw that bird flying across the road on snowy currents, I knew this storm would soon be ending. I remembered how the Greeks looked to birds for harbingers of weather and events and the future. I used to think bird-reading was really humans projecting their needs, desires and hopes. I don't think it's just that anymore. I believe birds are expressions of a larger intelligence, a universal knowledge. They are part of our intrinsic, organic perception of what we can't see or sense directly or reach with our usual tactile probing. I understood how much we need birds. We humans would be lost, the loneliest of wanderers, without them.
Birds are supremely resourceful. I guess humans can be, too.
|A neighbor is X-country skiing down our small street|