The weather is changing…in fifteen minutes, I had collected up my bag of litter and Max and I were off to enjoy the shift in temperature and remarkable scenery. A woman stood on the ridge looking, I suppose, wondering what I was up to. Two pigeons strutted about the east side of the glassy pool of open water, two muskrats slid, slippery, into the dark water on the west rim. I never cease to be in love with this small bit of the world. A jet black crow dipped, unbalanced, with nesting material already spilling out of its beak. Spring is just around the corner.