THE SWAN OF THE SOUL TAKES FLIGHT AND ASKS WHICH WAY TO GO
Wild swans are winging by overhead; the third time in as many days. They call as they fly and I wonder if they are just having conversations with each other, like we would on a long car trip…the younglings honking, “Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” and the elders threatening to turn this flock around and fly home if the kids don’t behave. Are they commenting on the things they pass at 70 miles an hour, or is it the waterfowl equivalent of buzzing the natives? “HONK HONK NYAH NYAH! Can’t catch us, boo yah!” If they’re trying...