I heard the geese overhead tonight. First of the season! There is something about the sound of geese on the wing that strikes me so deeply. I think it probably has a lot to do with my dad. When I was very young my father would always take time to point out the geese to me. No matter what time it was, even if I was fast asleep, if he heard the geese he would wake me up and we would sit at the window and listen until they had passed. To this day when I spy Canada Geese in the wetlands on the shore I think of my father and of fall rapidly approaching.
Such a beautiful sound!
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