A telltale sign

We know that spring has arrived here on our little bay in Greece because the swallows have arrived in force, and full of life. I love watching them, they move so fast and fly so high, and every once in awhile one will dive bomb me repeatedly when I hang the laundry, to my great delight. Sometimes I wonder what stories they have to tell of their winter travels - did they dance around the pyramids, fly up and down the Nile? Did they perch on the face of the sphinx? Did they bathe on the shores of Africa? They'll never tell, but it is fun to imagine. All I know is that their return in the spring is as predictable as the blooming flowers, and each year I look forward to seeing our happy little swallows again.