Because of the sheen of water, each goose had a bright and perfect reflection, which is unusual for a goose walking on ice. They were drinking from the sheen of water, and it wasn't like the way a cat drinks water with quick laps of the tongue; it was more like a woodpecker somehow, or a drill. It was making a lot of percussive noise. The geese were marvelous, they were just the break I needed from writing. Then I noticed myself trying to find the right words to describe them and made myself stop, because that's not a break from writing. Then I noticed myself writing a blog post about how I went for a walk and saw some geese and tried to find the right words to describe them but made myself stop because it wasn't a break from writing, and made myself stop that, too, because that wasn't a break from writing either. Then I noticed myself adding the line to the blog post about how I just made myself stop writing the blog post… At which point I gave up trying to control my mind on my walk. I'm sure it was an excellent break from something.