The Duck Pond
As I walked along the path, I came upon the duck pond. It sat there, round with a family of ducks swimming in it all quacking in an idyllic way. I stood there, transfixed and fascinated by the scene. So calming. My mind was at ease as I stood on the side of the water, tiny waves lapping the ground at my feet. I cast my eyes around and saw a small bench to my right. I walked over and sat down. I noticed I had some bread crumbs in my pocket as if I had planned this. I didn’t remember putting them there but I grasped a few pieces of it and tossed it on the water's surface. The ducks swam over and quietly ate it. I smiled. I remembered a time with my father as we would feed ducks near my home. He’d take me to them and put some bread in my hand and showed me how to throw it to them. We did it for hours, standing there in silence. I smiled as that memory surfaced and almost felt him at my side again. I think I was five when we did that and hadn’t thought of it in years but the me...