If I hadn’t forgotten the electrical cord for my laptop at work, I wouldn’t have gone to the office at 6:00 in the morning to get it.
If I hadn’t been angry about driving to work on my designated “work from home day”, I wouldn’t have been fucking swearing at the fucking dividing line in the fucking road, the speedometer matching my ratcheting irritation.
If the coffee shop had been open at 6:15, I wouldn’t have gone for a walk.
If I hadn’t sought the river to soothe my foul temper, I’d have missed dawn’s effort to swish the river from black to yellow.
If the Canada goose hadn’t been floating alone close to shore, I wouldn’t have walked over to see if he was injured.
If he had flown away, I wouldn’t have stood still, staring at him, wishing I had his puffy down to warm me, too, on a chilly spring morning.
If I hadn’t stood still, my pulse would have stomped further down the path – away, away, away.
If I hadn’t watched his stillness, tucked tight against the flow of the river, I’d have missed the sandpiper on stick legs, knee deep in the water bobbing up and down like an apologetic waiter.
I’d have missed the sandpiper.
And I’d have gone home angry, wondering about a lone goose, not knowing there was a sandpiper.