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Oct 02, 2004 21:42

I went golfing with my dad again today. It wasn't nearly as beautiful as last weekend, what with all the leaves getting blown off the trees the other night. But (possibly because of the recent spat of fairly cold temperatures) there was something else that was noteworthy; it was moving day for the geese.

Usually the golf course is goose central - there's hundreds of them that all hang out at the golf course, thanks to it's surrounding 'wetlands' and whatnot. Well, they were on the move today, heading south in majestic, large, low-flying flocks. Many of the groupings were flying so low they were barely passing over nearby trees. I'm still impressed watching them go overhead, especially when you can see them very clearly. There's just something beautiful about it that's impossible to articulate. Migration is so tempting, isn't it? Everywhere else is always better than anywhere. There's always something better going on somewhere else. The grass is always sexier when it's not your own.

Not that you would ever dream of doubting Bob Simmons, but you have no choice but to admit that "stop making sense" by jonathan demme and the talking heads is one of the most amazing things ever.
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