As I dug the key out my pocket in front of the house strange sounds echoed round the court yard. Overhead the sky was the first overcast one in days, instead of the black/purple of previous evenings with bright white holes of light there was a thick blanket of grey cloud rippling across the evening sky. Then a flock of geese flew over head. Nothing moved, nothing interrupted the honking geese and I watched them until they were gone. Then the world started turning again and I got my key and open the door.
What is it about geese that make me want to cry?