On one of our road trips in the mid 80s Joanie and I had been driving for hours on the
We were up high enough that the golden hue of sunset lit clouds that floated at eye level outside my window. There was a flock of geese flying in formation Hell bent for somewhere. I had Peter Gabriel’s Wallflower on the stereo.
The birds were only a few feet away over my left shoulder. Their wings were in perfect synchronization with the music and they flew at exactly the same speed as our car. Time and motion came to a complete stop.