How Can One Forget?

By Thursday, Monday is a distant memory. But how can one forget such a spectacular dawn? The sky used up all its coloring crayons that morning, which explains why each morning since has been grayer that the one before.

The sky wasn’t the only unforgettable event that day. On my drive to Anacortes to deliver tofu, I had to stop alongside the road to take in the sight of thousands of snow geese taking to the sky. The flock on the ground stretched for over a mile. And on the way home, I had to stop again in that same spot, as the flock of snow geese had advanced toward the road. I wasn’t the only one watching them. There were some ten other cars parked, taking in the spectacle of a tsunami of snow geese approaching as they ate their way across the fields.

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