Crunchy grass

Crunch, squeak, crunch...as I walk toward the lake I breathe deeply, forcing my lungs to become accustomed to the frigid air. The rising sun has just popped through the trees and is quickly making the frost disappear. Behind me...the exuberant honking of an enormous flock of Canada geese, coming in for a landing. I snap this and turn around to see them all put their landing gear down and disappear into the swirling surface mist with a collective whoosh. The reflections of the far shore appear milky. I turn back around. The frost is gone.

I think about fleetingness for a second, then about the fact that somewhere over the state, heading west is a big plane with my honey on board...a fun weekend ahead for him and for me. He's a bit of an audio junkie and expert and will spend the weekend admiring sound technology at the RMAF. I am being whisked away to a performance tonight that is top secret (to me) and tomorrow night I'm meeting a fellow blipper at the annual Photo Walk.

Today though, I plan to make a very big dent in the yard work and the hauling of garden things into the garage, so off I go.

Edit: the surprise performance this evening was this and it was hypnotic, mesmerizing and very emotional.