outside my window, high in a tree, two crows are building a nest — that is to say, one crow wrestles a large piece of a tree branch into place, as another watches.

when there are leaves the nest will be invisible.

after a while the crow watching flies off, then the other.

i wait for the crows to return and i wait for the leaves and for spring.

(from buber we may learn that it is still possible, sometimes, to say 'i'.)