A few geese had settled for evening by the time I got down to the marsh late Tuesday --- and I disturbed them. They honked a little and moved away.
There were at least a dozen other things to do before sunset, but watching October's bright blue drain from sky into the pond, then woods and grassland flame out, was the most important.
Politicians come and politicians go, then are ground to dust and scattered. Gods and devils and the occasional angel, too --- human vanities.
But you can touch eternity right now in the marsh, along shorelines and in the woods. How could you miss it?
Or join a blackbird assembly, convened for evening, and chatter about the impending flight.