February 28, 2010
Goose Wind

Fog hung cold low, as the geese honked in commitment for water landing. Standing on a lake foot bridge unnoticed, I was smack in the middle of their final approach. Lead goose was spread fanning back for air braking. Dozens followed so low over me I could have touched each one. Two holy moments - hearing the sound of wind through goose feathers, and feeling puffs of their wing wind hit me staccato for nearly one minute.

Mighty and graceful
They cruise high above mountain peaks
Touching lucky me