Photo courtesy of my son

I lift my head to the shepherding call of geese as they find their way home. I watch as one goose; just one goose, abandons the formation, breaks free from all the rest and creates a way of its own.

And I but a feather, part of a wing’s complex movement, inexplicable drive, learn how to fly.

I learn how to fly.


Dedicated to my children.

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