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It was raining and I was rushing to get coffee from Getgo and make it to work on time. I noticed two Canadian geese standing on the grass on the raised median beside the road. I didn’t, however, see the little yellow fuzzy goslings on the road below them until I was nearly upon them. I slowed, moved over, and silently thanked the universe for not letting me mow down a bunch of baby geese in my pursuit of caffeine.

On the way back through the parkway after getting my coffee, I knew to slow down and look for the geese. Thankfully, the whole family was up on the median now, eating the grass. I stopped and rolled down my window to watch them.

The goslings quickly ran back to their parents’ side. Daddy goose, I’ll assume, hissed at me a few times.

“It’s OK big guy, just want to see your babies,” I said.

I watched them for a few seconds until I noticed a couple of cars behind me. I assumed they would be annoyed that I was stopped in the middle of the road, blocking traffic to the industrial park, at 7 a.m. on a Friday, so I quickly rolled up my window and moved along.

In my rearview mirror, I was pleased and somewhat amazed, as one by one, each car slowed or stopped briefly to admire the fuzzy goslings picking at the grass in the rain.

This world is a mess. Everything sucks. We’re divided in a thousand ways. Everyone hates everyone. Everyone is angry. Everyone is in therapy for anxiety. Our teenage girls are committing suicide at a never-before-seen rate. There are weekly mass shootings. Racism and Nationalism is rampant. Our democracy is imploding.

And, yet, four little fuzzy, yellow goslings can stop morning traffic and remind us—however briefly—of the wonder and beauty to be found in nature. At least we have that common ground to stand on.

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About Just Write: Just Write is my adaptation of free writing, a technique in which a person writes continuously and quickly without little regard for spelling, grammar, or topic. It helps writers overcome blocks of apathy and explore everything from meaningful topics to mundane observations with the same effort and without the pressure of crafting perfect prose. I just start writing.

“What ends up revealing itself when free writing is that everything has meaning. That is a magnificent gift of writing. If we write from a free heart-gut place, our souls start speaking.”