The geese flew west towards my window, and as they passed I turned away from my screens and my stress and watched their wide wings spread, closed my eyes and let their dusk calls wash clean my thoughts until they vanished overhead into the setting sun, leaving me back in the world of humans. There’s not too much to say about these kinds of days, full of movement that often has no meaning other than survival, and some grasping at small moments that define my truth taken in-between.