A mournful melancholy
The mournful chorus breaks the stillness. I glance out my window and a flock of geese fly overhead, parallel to the flow of the water.
I live in a village nestled on the banks of the Battenkill River and every fall battalions of Canadian geese use it as a pit stop on their yearly trek south.
This sad sound reaches into me and tugs out a feeling of melancholy. Funny how it soothes and makes me feel that everything is right in the world… this is wabi-sabi.