Thick fog quietly moved around us.

And yet, we stood there, waiting for the morning sun.
And somewhere from that depth of obscurity—geese. We could not see them. But here they were—announcing their place with voice. 

They were flying home. As we stood in the enveloping fog, a voice started to swell up inside of us too—we too needed to announce our place inside of this home.

Together with geese.