wind & bird song, day 2 {100 days outside}

I opened the door and the dog and I stood with our faces to the wind.  A rush of snow dust rose up from the porch and met us with a glorious sting.  The sound of rushing wind was engrossing and riding on it the voices of the small birds indulging in our backyard feeders.  I have been watching them from behind glass, protected and warm.  Now I taste their world, the world I too belong to.