Absolutely spectacular day here yesterday. The temperature soared up to near 50 degrees, with blue, blue skies lavishing the scenery. Too good not to be out in it.
I ventured out this time to a town with which I am not familiar. I just wanted to explore a little.
Along the way, I travelled country roads, and that wonderful phenomenon took me by surprise: the way things just fall away from you as you leave the city behind and you begin to absorb the calm of the country. It feels almost physical. Worries, concerns, the general buzz of background stress just begin to drop away.
Once I arrived, I discovered that the town had a riverwalk. So, of course, I started walking.
As I set out, I heard the loud honking of geese just overhead. I quickly realized that I was surrounded by them – on the water, in the air, in the field. Apparently the migrating geese liked this location, and I just happened to be there at the right time.
They were wary, but neither did they flee. It was such a treat to see them all, and so close, and at this particular moment – a moment of change.
I wended my way along the path, also noticing that there were quite a few ducks, carrying on a rather lively discussion, too.
When I had walked a ways along, I looked back across the field where so many geese were resting. Just then, two people walked out. Instead of walking the path, they walked straight into the field. And, naturally, this inspired the entire assembly of geese in the vicinity to take to the air. It was a lovely sight to behold, though I was chagrined that their stop-over was interrupted.
I just stood and watched the rising layers of geese, easily forming their orderly flight arrangements. Up, up, up, and sailing off into the blue all together.
I wonder how far their travels will take them, when I’ll see them returning. Why now is the right time.
So much that I don’t know. So much beautiful mystery in life.