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Music fills at least half of my every day.
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Music plays in the background when I'm online. And it also plays through my ears when I'm in Central Park.
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Every now and then a song comes over the MP3 player that completely meshes with and corresponds to the world around one and specifically, the sights and outer sounds being witnessed and heard.
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"We don't have to worry 'bout nothing.
'Cause we got the fire
And we're burning one hell of a something...."
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The geese gather and slowly organize under the fiery, calling rays of the morning sun.
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There is purpose and intent in their every move. There is confidence that whatever lies beyond the furthest horizons, no harm can or will come to them.
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"They're gonna see us from outer space
Light it up,
like we're the stars of the human race....."
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All of a sudden, one goose, then two, then six flap wings, glide rapidly across the water and then lift up from it, heads turning boldly and proudly upward towards the sky.
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"We can light it up, up, up
So they can't turn it out, out, out....."
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They circle once around the Reservoir, gaining height and speed with each flap of the wings and honk of their voices. Then, the geese head, with purpose and V-shaped organization, in north eastern direction and ultimately out of the Reservoir.
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Over the trees, the geese leave Central Park and head east, away from the threat of Manhattan skyscrapers. Traveling towards the borough of Queens, the flying "V" turns direction south, over low lying buildings, eventually disappearing into far southern horizon.
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"We can light it up, up, up
So they can't turn it out, out, out...."
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One by one, each group takes off and flies out -- like planes taking off from a runway. Some skeins as few as three or four geese. Some as many as thirty or forty -- but most around a dozen.
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But, they all follow the same invisible path and the same grand old highway in the sky.
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And they all appear to be singing:
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"When the light's turned down
They don't know what they heard
Strike a match
Play it loud
Giving love to the world
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We'll be raising our wings
Shining up to the sky
'Cause we got the fire,fire fire
And we're gonna let it burn, burn, burn
Yeah, we're gonna let it burn, burn, burn."
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And as the Ellie Gould song (Burn) ends, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXtpLjffj5Y
I finally realize, there are no geese left on the Reservoir.
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But, I go home feeling peaceful and happy.
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No doubt in celebration of the glory and freedom, both, seen and heard. -- PCA
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