Oh god. I hear them through the open window. The weather has begun to turn mild, bringing with it the familiar, and terrifying sounds of spring. A few at first, then more begin to arrive. Their calls are smug, a reminder that winter had been just a brief reprieve from their chaos and violence. The final traces of snow melts away, and you know. Elsewhere, a softly chirping robin will mark this change of seasons. Not here. No, here we know true fear.
The Canada Geese are back.