I saw a mother goose today and two of her goslings were on one side of a median and 4 or so were on the other. And she just kept walking in circles confusedly while cars stopped in the street not seeming to know how to get them all on the same side.

It seemed like such a familiar scene to me. I feel sometimes like I'm raising children in this uninhabitable, unnatural world. I can't protect them and I can't help them and the cars are zooming around us.

But then later, I was happy to see that they were all gone, and I'm assuming the little goslings made it over the median and everything is beautiful again.