Monday 14th January (Sounds)

This was a cold wet winters day full of gloom. The snow was turning to rain and the cold wind sent a chill through the air so Mr. Kite played with his phone, wrote a few words and listened to feral pigeons cooing with a course tone.

Plans of a late afternoon trip were abandoned when the rain pattered on the windows and the wind howled down the chimney pot. This was a time to sit, read and write. But as the day turned into a dark evening Mr. Kite heard a familiar bird call. From the sky came a deep penetrating honk that was repeated many times a second. For about ten seconds Mr. Kite listened as the call faded away. Mr. Kite did not have to look out of the window and look up into the sky to know that a small flock of canade geese had flown over.

So another January day passes before another dawn and another day.