Directionally Challenged

What a bumpy morning! I don't usually have such nausea to deal with. Keeping everything on an even keel proved to be challenging. There is no help for it. You cannot jump into the day when your stomach is in retching mode. Ah, well. I am still on some heavy duty meds and once in awhile they hit you to remind you that all is not sunshine and roses.

I was a half hour late getting to work. No matter. I can stay after a bit to make it up. I was listening to a delightful performance of Rachmaninoff's Vocalise, and after I parked in the Library parking lot, I just took a moment to continue listening to the music. I love the gentleness of that piece.

But what is that sour note? Surely that doesn't belong in the composition! Where is that coming from? I realize it is outside the car, overhead. Geese - a LOT of geese - fill the air with their noisy squawking and honking. I give up. I can't hear the radio with all the racket. I get out of the car and look up. There are three battalions of geese flying in excellent V formation, yakking for all they are worth.

And NOT flying south. They are definitely headed west. Perhaps that is what the conversation is about. Or maybe the leaders are seeking some draft free passage between two Allegheny mountain ranges. Maybe they are taking roll call or waiting for a few stragglers to catch up.

Like a jet plane, they pass overhead, over the nearby houses and trees and out of sight, their noisy conversation trailing behind them long after they disappear. I wonder if they will ever find their way (I am sure they will). Perhaps verbosity is appropriate when you are lost and need direction. I guess it depends on who you are asking!