the good parts

Sometimes I'm bored of point A to B. I'd rather start in the middle--when we were sitting on the sidewalk and the duck couple waddled by. There are few things (maybe nothing at all) that delight me as instantaneously as ducks do. To say nothing of ducks in a pair, a mallard and his woman, moseying down the sidewalk on the edge of town, on their way to the creek a block off, necks bobbing, tail feathers waggling. It was twilight, and I can assume they were on a little duck date. A romantic stroll. Was that the highlight of today? Maybe. But I did also really like the way the cheap wine and stale cigarette smoke didn't stick to me, but the friendships did.