It was the last day of February but 60 degrees outside and sun was filling the house with light and heat. Two large and shiny flies were cruising around the sunroom in slow, heavy circles. Who can blame them? I don't know much about flies, but I imagine winter is a season of torpor and waiting. I spent some time trying to catch them, tried to usher them out the door to the deck and front yard beyond. Instead, they banged into the windows and continued around and around. Stuck in a room full of windows, the outdoors just out of reach.
Going rogue
