A Regal Goose

As I exited the bus here in Fridley, by Target, a lone Canadian Goose was walking on an icy patch on the grass.  He just looked so exquisite.  I honked at him, and he looked my way.  He then turned and walked away.  I feel like my timing is right on today.  The coffee shop is very crowded.  My stop before here seemed to be the calculus of the day.  People just kept coming.  The crowd was great.  I feel that kings have now met, and united, after a ram confrontation.  The Middle East now understands that two kings so close not in royal lands could have been disastrous.  Instead, they determined who has providence over what domain, both geographically and spiritually.  I am here to just support proper communication.  I again think of the goose, and the sweet ice it moved upon.  I wished to become a partner and skate on the ice with this regal being.  Maybe I think of Hanyu and his ability to set me free with a brilliant performance.  Crossing lines brings us back to a demilitarized zone that is fading in the night.  Artistry is moving through.  Call me in the night, and I will work to make it right.