If Canadian Geese mate for life, I think there's hope for us all.
Most times, when I hear the telltale honk, I look up and see a flock or a couple. But every now and then, I only see one. A lone goose: a famously social creature, isolated by some awful miracle. Honking, calling out to others. I can only imagine what he's saying; I'm not Canadian. He may be calling for help in a difficult air current. He may be mourning a recently deceased mate who was hit by a car or sucked into a jet engine. He may be lonely, crying out for anyone. Anything. Whatever the case, I see myself in him. And, every time, I wish him well.
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