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Uplifted by Spring Wings

Guttural honks tell of the geese's arrival. I glance up from scraping a spring frost off my car windows, and above me in the early-morning light a pair of Canada geese flap by at treetop level. I exult in this brush with the natural world and stretch my arms skyward.

Whenever I see a duck or goose couple making their way through the atmosphere, I think of my wife and me, another couple making their way through life, some days straining against gravity, other times gliding in for easy landings on still waters.

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My morning is brightened by the geese flyby; the task of scraping seems less onerous. I marvel at the thin shavings of ice curling off the window in delicate whorls that dance in the sunshine.

Down the street and around the corner, seconds into my commute, I am struck by the scene of two geese floating on a pond laced with misty sunbeams. I bet it's the same pair! No wonder they flew so low.

I yank my car to the roadside and grab a camera. Balanced on a stone wall, snap, snap, snap I go, as the geese play follow-the-leader back and forth across the pond.

Our morning reverie is briefly interrupted by a lone duck's quwick! quwick! as it glides in through the mist and lands with a splash. May the bird find its mate.

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