A flight of geese passes overhead, wings beating in time, necks outstretched, honking loudly in the still air. They’re so close I can see their black feet tucked under their tails. The lead goose falls back, another takes its place, and the rippling lines close ranks, no fight, no debate, everyone working together, each doing its job to keep the whole flock alive and moving. They make it all seem so easy.
