I was having a zen moment yesterday standing on the St. John's bridge. It's a pretty awesome bridge. I don't know how tall it is but if you jumped off of it you would explode on the surface of the river I am pretty sure.
Anyhoo, I had stopped and was taking a breather, taking in the view, and a flock of geese flew by in a loose V-formation. It was pretty stellar and for a second I couldn't figure out what it was about the event that struck me and then it hit me:
Flocks of geese are commonplace, but rarely does one ever pass directly under you.
And that is what happened, and it kinda blew my mind.
There, this hippy post is finished.
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