M.C. Escher “Day and Night”

Outside this morning with the dogs, and heard the geese from far far away.  Phalanxes of them, high then arcing into slow drifting circles disappearing into the mountain and then reappearing as the light struck their pale chests, and then spiraling, floating down onto the lake.

A second flock approached, and the  spiral downward toward the lake suddenly bloomed into another spiral and then another, each cancelling our the other until finally the whole group seemed to decide on a trajectory and disappeared over the crest.

I thought about spirals.  About DNA.  About the simple spiral of turning to look upward and over my shoulder at someone I love.  About teaching students how to get up from the floor on the refreshing breath of a spiral, with its change of scenery along the way, rather than the jerk and pull default.

I thought about my forward facing-marching-driving-data entering selves.

Today’s question:  Can you find a spiral?   Can you ride a spiral?  And how does that change your point of view?