I am a goose.

I have traveled many, many cycles of norths and souths in my lifetime.

It's been at least 7 so far.

My family consists of my wife Rose and that's pretty much it.

Since I am a goose, I mate for life. That means we're monogamous.

We've had many children over the years, but we're not close with any of them and they've pretty much forgot us by now.

Such is the way of a goose.

Today I am in a grassy field. I'm eating pure turf style grass that has been graciously provided by a large strip mall over yonder. The people all seem to know what they're doing. They're going along in these very large vehicles, to and fro. They all seem to have places to go to, but they don't really know what they're missing in this turf. Every bite so fresh and green, this turf is truly spectacular. This has to be what heaven is. My belly is almost full of this heavenly turf flesh. Perhaps I am in heaven right now and these bites are small bites of heaven. Is eating even a part of heaven? Or do I even have a sense of taste in heaven? Or do I have any senses at all in heaven? These matters are hard to measure when you are just a goose.