The honking of a lone Goose pierces the air as it wings its way beneath a smothering blanket of leaden cloud. It calls out, desperately seeking its family, its companions, the mass of its flock, but receives nothing in reply.
Its forlorn cries bring me to a stop. I too want to yell into the immensity of the world. I want to scream your name, but the broken thing inside me knows that I will never again hear my name in reply.