I was walking quietly in a field below our house because Canada Geese were circling to land in a nearby pond. I thought of their long journey and I did not want my noisy rain pants to startle the geese already settled in the water or the geese in the air looking for refuge. A small wedge flew over me. I could hear their feathers moving the air. The last rain had left a puddle in the road and it held light filled clouds edged by rocks and dirt – the sky at my feet.
