The Wise Old Stork of Jerez

Seasons

With autumn came the rain and a change in the skies and a closing of windows. After a long summer the town now had a colder, rougher edge to it and the streets became deserted and lonely. Above the town the wise old stork circled and soared the celestial sphere, instinctively catching the air thermals, flying higher and higher still, admiring the fresh and beautiful views below like every other day. He no longer flew south for winter like expected but stayed where he was. You cannot change the seasons but you can change your ways.