Some geese flew overhead today, honking and gliding in an improbably regular arrowhead. There’s always a chill, a gasp of woodsmoke and the knowledge that it’s only going to get darker when the geese fly. I wish I know how they do it. Which goose gets to go ahead of the skein? Is that a honked negotiation or a quacked encouragement? There may be a feathered power play in flight or perhaps it’s just that gaggle leader knows which way to migrate. I wish I could glide an updraught and take my place, maybe next year…