The valley oak trees are perfect and still. The sky is empty and powder blue, no clouds, no airplanes. All is quiet, you can hear your own breath. And then, striding across the top of the world, your life comes along to take you away again. And you, you fool, you go.
A ‘V’ of direction; geese on the move. Feathers and sky and motion. A cycle of season is also in motion, a cycle of weather and time. Geese on the move, with a ‘V’ to point the way.
Keith Jarrett/Over The Rainbow