i've gotten used to the sound of geese approaching, although i always look up to see them pass overhead.
right now, i am hearing a ridiculous cacophony of geese, which sounds close but isn't getting any closer. i think a massive flock must have stopped at our pond! i want to go and find them, but the studious part of me is saying no, stay in your little room, drink your little cup of jasmine tea, and read these mary wollstonecraft essays. still, i'm craning my neck to look out the window, thinking i might get a glimpse of a wing. i know they're close, but all i see is still trees.
listening to: honk honking
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im writing my paper on yeats' "the song of wandering aengus." this is the same aengus who falls in love with caer, the swan maiden and wastes away with longing until he finds her. then they both turn into swans and fly around ireland singing songs so beautiful that all the people fall asleep for three days and three nights. it's such a good story. of course, i know what you mean about those waterfowl, they're really something else--as comfortable on the air as they are on the pond. i wish i saw more geese around here. there was a flock the other day, and it was so stunning to watch them pass overhead. have a good thanksgiving!!!
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