What do you see?

I see the marks of spring in the sky.

A flock of birds making their way north as a long, cold winter concludes.

A set of birds migrating to their new home––maybe it’s their old home.

A group of birds rushing across the sky before the sun sets.

Some birds trail ahead, eager to settle down and rest. Others fly closer to the sun, bathing in the warmth.

Looking upwards towards the clouds is a captivating pastime.

It’s an already-painted canvas waiting for you to describe the scene.

It’s an already-developed roll of film waiting for you to write the script.

What do you see?