Snow. And then a hummingbird at our kitchen window. A flower inside, on the windowsill. Begonia. Pink. Tiny yellow center. Poised. About to fall. The bird, right up to the glass. Pondering the impossibility. The implausibility. Next, a sudden shift to where I was standing. Eye to eye. Face to face. Graceful space. Present tense. Presence past. Winter fast. And to this place we come at last.