11.10.2012 – Geese

by deanmelbourne

I stood on the cold wet stones, I could see the glow of orange street lamps in the rain. A small flock of geese flew over head in the darkness. The talked to each other. They were heroic and driven. Out of sight from me my mind flew with them for as long as i could keep up. 

Back on the ground I could I could feel the stones again. I shivered and stepped inside.