He looked so all alone.
So tiny.
A speck of color in a field of white.
A bright spot in a monochrome grey day.

I wondered if he was thinking it is time for spring?
Had he arrived too early?
Or - was it that he forgot about winter's coming?
Left behind?
Bravely enduring?
Restlessly remaining?

Whatever it is that his story was...today it was mine to imagine.
I've missed the ducks...and geese...and winter swans.
This morning - I thanked him for showing me the way.
This morning - I got lucky.