Shadows

I'm in the living room, sitting on the couch, writing on my laptop. A flock of wild geese flew overhead. My dog goes to the door to watch. She's used to them now. They pass us, back and forth to the lake, a couple of times a week this time of year. She doesn't bark.

There's a big plank of solid sunlight on the carpet in front of me. I can see the shadow of the geese as they fly between me and the sun, every one.

Cool