My eyes are drawn through the gym’s windows by sudden movement in the sky. An arrowhead of geese – a trio of them – pierces the drizzle, cutting the sky on the bias: southwest. The geese land at the edge of an impromptu lake – a gathering of rainfall, runoff from the abundance of water. These temperatures…all this water…This cannot be right for January.
The geese laugh at their good fortune to have so little distance to travel this year.
I continue on the elliptical, logging more miles, working hard at nothing, standing in place and heading nowhere at all.
This was written for this week’s 100 word challenge at Thin Spiral Notebook.