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I sit on the granite block
under the dogwood tree and watch the river as it flows by. I am with my friend
MJ and we talk idly about work, photography,
fishing, and whatever else comes to mind.
Suddenly MJ points at the
river and asks: Do you see that?
I think she is referring
to a bird that has just flown by, but she says no, look at the other bank.
A family of ducks is making
their way down the embankment. There are four in all, two adults and two
ducklings. We watch as they slip into the water.
of the adults lags behind, stretching its neck to eat the seeds off the
tall grasses that line the river.
Finally they are all in
the water and we watch them as they float along with the current. We wonder
what it means
when they stretch their necks
their heads–perhaps that is their way of communicating with each other.
I note that the goslings are starting to get white heads. Soon they
will be fully
Break time is over and
we meander back to our cubicles. Watching the ducks is the highlight of the
workday. Perhaps tomorrow they will be
The river flows.
We sit and watch as it
Passes us by.