Last night, heard a familiar song for the first time in a while. Searched a bit, but couldn't actually pinpoint the singer.
He was somewhere up in the maple tree.
Had seen Mr. Redbreast around recently*, but he was always silent.
Standing under the trees in the chilly air, listening to his debut for the season, I felt this odd thrill. If my German were better and I could be transported back about 200 years, I'd have written an ode or something.
*Do they hang around here in the winter? I don't think so. Don't remember ever seeing any in the neighborhood before about April, anyway.