Before the disturbance of stick in water and barking of the black dog, all was silent. The peace surrounded us and the molten autumnal sunshine dripped over the shore. The surface of the lake beckoned weary travellers to it. Transfixed, I watched a flock of Canada geese make their final descent. With all the clunkiness and mechanism of an air craft, they lowered their legs in an ungainly dance. A v of skis ready for impact. All of this happened within twenty feet of me and my canine companion. With front row seats to such a spectacle, I applauded joyfully as all made an exhausted landing and I left a different person.