My footsteps echo loudly in the grey silence of the fog. Back home safely, I’m searching for my keys at the back door when I recognize the sound of geese. I turn and look up; however it is impossible to estimate the distance. The volume of the muffled sounds increases slowly, to arrive somewhere directly above me half a minute later. Standing patiently, I follow the sound with my eyes, until it is gone.

frost flowers
on the window
the street deserted