Say goodbye

[howard bruner]

The air crisp and clean, hills sharp against cerulean spring blue as endless and deep as blank silence. A flock of cackling geese gathering from all directions, crossing past each other, weaving a sky shawl to cover the emptyness. Float and careen, splash and glide; they just keep coming. Crying the song of leaving that breaks my heart. Such exuberance is not to be missed, sound getting laid down as if no other creature has a voice. Happy to be together, happy to be alive the giant swarm is in full party mode.

The silence comes with a click of a switch that is connected to every individual - out of the high sky right down through the clear air. The wind a whisper; the sudden lack of sound is support kicked out from under and then the explosion. Takes the breath right out of me as the sun is dimmed and I am suddenly alone.

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