Picked my way down river. Past a young Mother with two small children,
a boy and a girl. Splashing contently in the shallow water at the edge of the river.
Moved a little further down river. Sat on a rock. Opened wine. Crackers
and cheese, a small tablecloth carefully packed in my backpack.
A mother duck and four babies swam against the current to
reach my picnic site. She watched the ducklings with that sweet expression some
ducks have.
I shared the remains of my crackers with them. They stayed beside me
treading water.