Like any child I was raised on sandwiches. Some odd - scrambled eggs mixed with miracle whip. Some normal - fried bologna with ketchup. But. I didn’t ponder goose liver until I was in my teens. When I did? Yeah. I stopped.

Silly Sunday? No. True story! I took photos. These geese were on the roof of Kohl’s in Mentor. Their pond was obliterated in the late 90s. Sidenote: the mom and dad goose that spend summers with me returned last week.

My state of mind? Is doggy paddling. In circles. In a sea of questions. And. Whilst I may not sink. I will keep drifting. Farther, farther from shore. Untilst? I am but a memory. Sunk. Beneath the horizon.