Today I caught sight of the geese
flying in a v-formation flock above my head.
I had forgotten how they do that.
How they have learned to fly together in such a perfectly, imperfect point of direction.
In such a linear, similar way.
I felt sadness at first and caught myself grimacing.
The last time I'd witnessed their well-structured flight it had been nearing winter.
But then I reminded myself that they were simply returning for spring.
So I remembered to smile.
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