Last evening, as I was standing outside, I heard a flock of geese. I strained to see them, but finally found them almost overhead; high, in a V formation, and calling to each other.
The sun had just set, so they were still in the gold light of the setting sun. As they flapped their wings, the sun would shine on their wings; a golden glitter; scintillating in the darkening, deep blue sky.
The event created a memory forever.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.