A strange figure came over the other day, someone whom I no longer recognized (or believed in). He called himself the Piper of Spring, and claimed he could chase Mr. Winter away. I didn’t believe him – Mr. Winter didn’t look like he was going anywhere. But the Piper started his magic anyway.
It started with lines in the pond’s ice packing:
The packing turned to cracking:
The cracking became bigger with water attacking:
And out of the skies, the geese came honking :
Soon after the Piper left, it snowed again.