choreography

Voices on the wind cause me to gaze heavenward.
Geese are on the move.
A wavering line ride the afternoon air currents.
"Isn't it kind of early to be heading north?" I wonder aloud.
Spring hasn't arrived yet with its magic melt.
Perhaps the warming rays of the sun will spill onto those northern meadows at exactly the same time as the geese.
Like the timing of a perfect dance.
Natures choreography.