There were various options I considered for this post, particularly following a spell of frosty weather, during which nature braces itself and then continues to flourish once the thaw comes. 

In the end, these geese seemed to epitomise the prompt. Regardless of the weather, of what is happening on land, in cities, and in houses and homes, they take to the skies and form that magical v, somehow electing and adhering to their leader.