Lying in bed this morning at 2:45, window open, listening to softly falling rain, I heard something in the distance. A flock of geese, calling gently to one another as they made their mysterious migration south.
The world turns, the rain falls, the geese fly south. A mystery. A reassurance. A feeling that things are as they should be. That all is well with the world at 2:45 in the morning.