On my way to retrieve the morning paper I discovered different news. It is suggested, but not portrayed, in the accompanying video shot by one quicker with his camera then was I.

   The news I heard was shouted by a solo reporter speaking with practiced authority. But I saw nothing. He spoke again, reporting the imminent arrival of a great show.

   Beauty & grace are a fine duet. Their appearance is especially pleasing when they dance on stage unexpected. 

   The reporter & his entire troop suddenly appeared not twenty feet above me. Ten geese, five on each side, displaying that thrilling V we view with awe.

   Leaders love to cite the geese formation as a metaphor for teamwork. What struck me this morning was that only one goose, the temporary guide, was honking.

   There are hundreds of lessons that can be gleaned from the gorgeous phenomenon of geese in flight. Yet, the most important one appears in three lines from Mary Oliver's poem, "Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does It End?"

   "There are things you can't reach. But/you can reach out to them, and all day long./The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of God."

   Temples begin & end everywhere – especially in the sky. 

-Erie Chapman

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