Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Monday, 17 August 2015
Wild geese flying south
There is another sure sign of autumn coming I have been witnessing these days. Or rather these evenings: for the last few evenings, I could hear and see wild geese flying from north to south. Last year I saw geese flying in September, now it is in August. And it happens with the regularity of clockwork: when the sun goes down, you can hear them coming, flying over the house, going straight south. It tried to take a picture of them on Saturday evening, but they were too fast and it was already too dark. Geese can be elusive. It makes me feel all fuzzy inside watching them, all eager to see more signs of autumn. Wild geese flying also remind me of Selma Lagerlöf's The Wonderful of Nils, which is one of the things that made me discover Sweden. You can read more about this memory of mine here. So anyway, when I see wild geese flying, I think of two things: Nils Holgersson and autumn coming. When the flock flies south of course.