First frost / by Christina Rosalie

Walking home I glanced skyward, and way, way up was the biggest V of geese I've ever seen, flying silently, deliberately South against a backdrop of grey. I stood still in the parking lot of the market, just watching them. People around me gave me looks. I couldn't help but think:how small we are, bustling about with our carts and our lunches. I couldn't help but think, what matters, really? Later our house offer was counter offered at a still too high price. More waiting. And talking. So much talking. I try to be patient, to think clearly. But my thoughts feel fractured like broken ice.