Nest

Where have you chosen to nest, young sparrow? What roost calls your instinct? Or will you remain forever aloft and forever itinerant, guided by the sky? As the winds bear your airy body, the cold will creep into your hollow bones without a sound.

Listen to your instinct. Its gut-wrenching speech fairly drips with common sense. Find a nest and fortify it with the debris of ages. Build a haven inside a life. Safe within its protective circle, you can let the seasons commence.