As we walked, geese flew overhead. Their honking and calling were distant at first, so slight on the air but enough for me to notice, to stop, to stand still with my eyes closed and listen to them, listen to this my favorite of all nature's sounds, as they grew louder, flying over us, and then weaker again as the geese flew beyond us.
I never saw them. The grey clouds were low and thick. But hearing them is so powerful and calming, simple and peaceful.
It was a great kick-off to the new year. Hot cup of coffee in hand, the dogs, the bare tree limbs, cold air, grey sky and the sound of the wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.
Slow and easy. It's a prayer of sorts, to my heart. And a wide smile to my face.