Step out into crisp End of winter air Wearing only jeans, A hoody, And trail shoes, The birds are back. I traverse the lawn to the stump at the bluff, never looking down but out at the horizon. I get to the stump and feel my foot loose in the shoe. A lone cormorant catches my eye as I lift my foot to the stump. Crossing one lace Over another while watching the swimmer diving for breakfast I fumble the knot. Looking down I watch my fingers work properly not taking a lot of time once the task got my attention rather than the bird.