Flying North or Flying South?

I am not sure where they are going, the geese. Three times they flew over my head today. Magnificently they flew, right over my head. I could hear each of their wings flapping. Its only recently I took notice to the sound, wondering had it been their all along, or are they closer to me here than they have been before all my life? As they fly in their V, each of their wings move up and down in unison. They honk, and as I sit here and write, another flock flies by outside my loft window. Flying the same direction. I wish I could tell you whether that was north, south, east or west. But I don't know. I have a poor sense of direction. But wait, let me think. I know that the direction down back our gravel road, is south because that is the direction I would take to Virginia, and I know that much....that Virginia is south. The geese are going exactly the opposite way, north. They are coming home after their vacation for winter. I am hopeful, hopeful for spring. I like spring, of course, I like summer, fall and winter too. But spring is special. There are signs of it all around. I hear the birds chirping, corcas are blooming purple, tulips are rising up through the dirt that has shown no life in a while, biggest little boy is running wild outside (although, honestly that is not seasonal...but year round...and thank goodness!), husband is preparing to build a coop for spring peeps, and...yes...the geese come home. They always know where they are going and how to get there. It is instinctive. Spring brings hope. Brings us the hope of the new, a fresh start, lent and with lent forgiveness. Ready for your spring to wash over me and all...come spring come, with the speed of a lion and the calm of THE LAMB!