Canadian summer

Lazy Saturday
2 months til departure.
3 goose families of the Canadian persuasion. No, wait, 4! 4 moms, 4 pops and 18 little grey goslings. They are practicing. Alternately swimming and eating, paddling around for awhile and then waddling onto the grassy shore and pecking food from the ground. All 26 of them. A great big goose team.

A bright turquoise Yucatecan hammock looks exotic and contrasty against the bright green grassy banks of a small Canadian lake in June. It is the perfect day to break in my newly acquired treasure as the wind blows gently and the sun warms the air enough to make the temperature perfect. No bugs. A lone duck floats past staring curiously at me.

Now the young geese are learning to preen. Everybody gives themself a fluffing up and a scrubbing with their beak; young birds learning how to be real geese and do everything goose-like. Their little heads still bear tinges of yellow from when they were younger. Now they begin to nest down, in all their fuzziness.

These geese are a metaphor for all of life and as they cock their little yellow heads, all goosey, I am reminded of the brevity and preciousness of not only the summer here, but of life itself and I pray for the goddess to provide me the wisdom to appreciate and enjoy it and feel it, every magical moment.

This is how I spend my final days here. In 2 months, the landscape will be vastly different in my viewfinder and it will seem like another world far removed from this one. This is how it is when you travel.