I don't know what determines when the Mahoosive Canada Geese Congregation takes place, nor do I know why - I just know that when it happens and I cycle by it I will stop and stare.

I will stare until all that is left of them are shapes and patterns, until I don't know where one goose starts and the other one ends. I will half-close my eyes and watch them fade. And because some of them fly towards me, and some fall asleep, and some wake up and preen, and some of them swim away from me - they become an ever changing sea of geese.

It's hypnotising.

I hope they're there again tomorrow.