Last Saturday was the annual Walk for ALS. Last year while mum was alive, we were all planning to attend with her as a family, but she died just 2 weeks before the walk. We all attended last year, fresh with grief. This year we walked again. In the morning before the walk I was walking out in the pasture checking sheep and feeling a bit melancholy and thinking of her when all of a sudden over the hill I was walking up, flew three swans. One of those "Awe - Shiver" moments. Pretty cool.