One morning a few days ago, I walked out of the house to the sight of falling leaves and flying geese, a true sign of fall. The frosty field by our house had been converged upon by hundreds of Canadian Geese who found it to be a good place to rest and congregate. Between geese flying in and geese already on the ground, it was a real traffic jam and I might add quite noisy with much honking and vying for personal space.
I was reminded of my “Country Traffic Jam,” a few days later as I was traveling along a busy stretch of highway in the city of Syracuse on my way to an art show north of the city. It was late afternoon on a Friday and there I was, stuck in a huge traffic jam crawling slowly northward toward my destination. As I was inching my way north, it gave me time to think about all those Geese in tight formation inching their way south towards warmer climates for the winter.
Creeping along with all the city dwellers flocked around me, I decided that I would much rather have to deal with the country traffic jam vs. the city traffic jam.