I love seeing the great migrations of geese. I always feel elated to see them.

I find a lot of solace and peace in the fact that no matter what happens, the geese go and the geese come back.

It seems to put everything in perspective - as you head into dark days, you know that the bright days will come.
Or, if you will, life will go on and tomorrow is a different day.

But maybe that's just me. Hubby kinda rolls his eyes when he sees me looking up at the migrating geese in contentment.