I was zipping down the road a few days back when the person in front of me came to an inexplicable stop, far from any signs or lights. Once I slowed myself, I saw a whole gaggle of geese crossing the road. They took their sweet time, too – padding backwards and forwards and ‘round in small circles before they all finally reached the other side.

By the time they had crossed, about a dozen cars had lined up, some in each direction.

No one yelled or cussed.

No one swerved around in a rage.

No one honked (not even the geese). 

The next day, I attended an event where a brave soul in the back of the room stood and started singing. Everyone joined in, timid and first and then more and more fully.

We all sang.

We all smiled.

We all gave a little cheer at the end. 

Dear ones,

just when I think the world may have become permanently, universally meaner,

we surprise me.