The Sound of Wild Geese

This just happened:

Sitting upstairs.

Meditation session complete.

I take a glorious sip of tea.

Still hot.

A reward?

I think to myself, "this moment; savior it.  a gift."

Simultaneously, I hear a wining sound and instantly think it is my one year old.

Awake.

And my mind:

"why is she awake?  she shouldn't be awake.  She hasn't slept long enough.  what about the other things I was going to do?  Well, that is too bad that I am thinking negatively about my daughter being awake.  Second arrow...."

I look up.

Two wild geese fly by.

Honking in chaotic unison and delight.