Flying south

I couldn't stop looking up into the sky while I was out walking today. The migrant birds are busy, gathering in groups, first small, then growing. They make a lot of noise, I am sure they are looking forward to their long flight, and most of all to reach their goal.

My days of migrating south during winter are gone.

Now I live with the seasons here on my small island. I am where I am supposed to be. I thank God for every day. Rain or shine. Spring, summer, autumn, winter.