Day 1,679
Today, I drove past a mother duck and its duckling floating on the water in a little pond on the way to school. It was simple, but it struck me. The world is constantly roaring by. And somewhere out there in the wide world, there is a small pond in a small neighborhood that happens to contain two ducks. A mother and its baby. And while the world is going, going, going, they are floating, floating, floating. Enjoying the dawn and each other. I like to think of the quiet moments of the world. They comfort me.
Thankful for two sweet ducks and a little round pond and all the quiet moments.
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