Dad and I have been walking around the neighborhood for exercise. He uses a Rollator, a snazzy, wheeled walker with a built-in seat, so that he can rest occasionally. We enjoy soaking up the mild sunshine and looking for signs of nature in an urban setting.
This morning we heard the honking of geese. It took awhile to spot the group of white geese flying in a wedge formation high overhead. We couldn’t determine what kind of geese they were but we very much enjoyed their resonant honking as they called to each other. Dad reflected that their voices had a mournful quality that caused his chest to ache whenever he heard them. “Yeah,” I said, “me too.”