At my cluttered desk half an hour after sunrise on Nov. 6, I was scrolling through the morning’s dismal news reports when I saw them: Probably 20 Canada geese, in two fluid chevrons flying around the Middlesex Corporate Center on Broad Street and then past my third-floor windows and over my building.
I can’t imagine how much energy they must put into keeping their nine- or ten-pound bodies aloft. But that’s what they do, even the day after an election. Seems like there might be a lesson in that.
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