Musing on the nature of waiting

Through the Welsh damp yesterday, you can see the female Canada Goose on her reed nest at the end of the finger of land in our little lake.

She will likely sit on her precious eggs for a month before they hatch.

Does she count the days or have a diary or smartphone to tell her when time is up?

I think not…

Waiting means something different to her.

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿