Tonight we went to the Hospice Home to see a friend. Pulling up I saw my first Robins of the year. There were 10 of them on the roof. All fluffed up against the wind.
I watch one head pop-up from inside the rain gutter. His head peeks over the side, looks around, then down it goes. Up, down, around.
We watch for a couple of minutes. Opening the car door I watch them fly up. Walking I notice the icicles hanging from a bush.
Inside we laugh, and talk. I watch my friend and the love of his life say good-bye. Their love is palpable - strong, sweet, and timeless. K. our other neighbor is taking her home. Tomorrow I will pick her up so they can spend time together.
As I look out the window, snow has begun to fall again. I think about our life stories - a colleague is expecting a new baby, my nephew and his sweetheart will say I do in May. June will mark seven years since my Mother passed away.
As I walk out I look for the Robins. They have not returned. Another missed opportunity. Determining to bring my camera tomorrow - I snap the icicles with my phone. Tomorrow is full of possibilities.
