There is this story that I have been meaning to write about, it is the story of the swans. Or is it the question of the swans? I have no idea. Many moons ago, J and I only had 1 car so on some days; I would ride into work with a friend. We were doing this for a few weeks, when I asked her if she had noticed the swans we passed by every day. I am pretty sure she thought I was crazy. But there was this house, along this route, that had a mini-lake and a little house/shed. And swans. Some would be on the little lake and some would be sitting around the yard and some in this structure. It had a roof, but no sides, so you could see in. The next day, she drove, and as we got closer, she slowed and I showed the swans to her.

Now I had been watching the swans pass almost every day for a few weeks, so I was not all that shocked anymore to see them. I could tell they surprised her and we talked about it. What were they doing there? How did they get them? Why did they stay and not fly away? What did they feed them? Were they pets or wild swans that just found the mini-lake. Why? Why pet swans? On and on we went seeing the swans each day. Sometimes we’d call out how many we saw on the lake or in the grass.

I brought it up to J, the swans, and showed him the next time we were going down this road together. Well, one fall day, found us all (me, J, my friend, and her hubby) in the car heading down this route. Not something that happened very often, so of course the swans came up, as they were likely to do at dinners or drinks when the four of us together. And we decided we NEEDED to get to the bottom of this swan story. We needed to investigate further! So we figured out the neighborhood, and the road the house sat on, and drove back there. As we were driving and counting houses, my friend’s hubby called out, “It’s that one.” And I asked him how he knew, as we were still trying to back into it and he replied, “Anyone that owns swans is also going to own that crazy truck, too.” And he was right.

I wanted to park and go knock on the door, but I was losing my nerve. So we left. Every time I find myself on that route, I watch for the swans. It feels good to check on them and keep the story alive. I keep thinking one day, I’ll know more about those swans on that route. And you know what; I know my friends do, too.