Wild Swans: Alice Munro

That is the Munro way. The story doesn’t end with what happened. It ends with what almost happened, and what never left.

“No,” he agreed. “But you know the swans.” alice munro wild swans

Then he spoke. Not to her, exactly. To the air. “Ever see a flock of wild swans land on a lake in November?” That is the Munro way