*This is absolutely not a wild goose, but rather a baby peacock, which image I saw on the interweb and was immediately smitten by… A thing of beauty is a joy forever, said Keats. Y’know what else is beautiful: FRIDAY, and I’m not even in the conventional workforce! That said, it’s been a long week, and the baby peacock in me says chill, and be fabulous, so I will, while quoting Mary Oliver. 

“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body 
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.” 
― Mary Oliver