Sunrise this morning revealed a wispy haze swirling across the surface of the pond outside my window. Twelve geese stood like sentinels along the water's edge. They stood still as statues and equidistant from one another - as though they had been set in place by an unseen landscaper during the night.
The geese stood between me and the rising sun so that even though sunlight was reflecting from the surface of the pond, the geese themselves stood in shadowed profile.
When a golden sunbeam finally fell directly upon the feathered crown of the lead goose, he took a step forward. His companions followed immediately behind. I could almost have believed the beam of golden light had released the geese from a spell that had kept them locked in place throughout the night.
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