It had already been a busy morning. I had a meeting at 7 a.m. and had just gotten back home, McDonald’s breakfast in hand, ready to walk the short distance to the office and a busy day at work.
But I heard something. I stopped. And I stood very still, listening hard. I heard it again. I spun around to the east, and that’s where I saw it.
Above me, above the bare branches of the trees, above the final remnants of snow, below the gray sky of morning and the sun trying to break through the overcast, I saw some quivering specks in the distance. These wavering specks were arranged like a giant checkmark, slowly moving to the north. Then they were closer, and you could see each one. And you could hear them all.
It was a flock of Canada geese making their way north, announcing to all the earth-bound creatures along their path that winter is over, that spring has begun.
I really feel this is the most beautiful sight in nature. I feel it is—I eagerly look forward to seeing the geese each spring. This year, I really wanted to take a picture of this moment so I could show it to you. Alas, my camera was inside the house, and there was not enough time to race inside and get it and go back outside and try to get off a picture of the departing flock. That wasn’t what my heart told me to do, anyway.
Instead, I just stood and listened to the honking and watched the giant checkmark moving slowly away to the north, behind the houses along the alley. My heart was beating with emotion and excitement.
Have you heard? Winter is over! The geese just told me.
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