nature

I walked outside to let the dogs out for the night.  After a rainy Sunday the air was cool and damp and a foggy mist made everything seem sureal.  As I stood there in the quiet I heard them.  Geese, flying low in the fog...calling out to each other for guidance or reassurance...or maybe just talking to pass the time away on their long flight southward.  It reminded me of the first time I heard them.  My father took me out one evening and said "Listen, and you'll hear the magic".  It was like magic.