Lately I've been thinking about evidence of things not seen.
The most memorable evidence I had today of something unseen was when I was walking from my car to work and I heard the unmistakable sounds of thin wheels on pavement and the locomotion of pedaling. Along came a girl on a red bicycle, on the opposite sidewalk, her big green backpack suggesting a turtle on a bike.
The most thrilling evidence I've had this week of something unseen came both Monday and Tuesday during that morning walk. I'd crossed the last, busiest intersection, and suddenly over the asthmatic coughs of the city buses there was a honk. A chorus of honks.
Look up -- sure enough, there go some Canada geese, flying into view over one office building, still getting themselves into formation, beginning their geese work for the day.
Seeing a group of Canada geese always makes me gasp. Hearing them speak always seems like a blessing or a benediction.
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