Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Contemplating the Duck
When my stress level hits Defcon 1 and I think I'm going to pop a blood vessel, nothing mellows me out like contemplating the duck.
I sit and watch his random journey around the pool; sometimes he zooms along, propelled by the filter jets, and other times he moves at a more leisurely pace, slowly spinning and rocking as he reaches the outer limits of the current, only to be scooped up by the next jet and sent rocketing away again.
Will he spin left or right when he gets caught in the next eddy?
Will the siren song of the skimmer call him to its bosom, or will he zoom past on another lap?
It’s all so arbitrary, and yet so familiar and calming.
The smell of the yard and gardens mingling with the faint odor of chlorine, the trees rustling on a gentle breeze, the duck spinning and drifting. Is that the cardinals I hear?
My mind spins and drifts with the duck, and the stress of the day drops from my shoulders with each passing moment.
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