Late Frost6 days ago7Waterside, morningA thin rain is wetting the petals. The duck stands beside them, glancing up at the pale sky once.
The duck I saw on the walking path in the rain stood by the water and shook its wings once. For that moment, it was quiet.
After the rain, the puddles on the asphalt held the sky, so instead of watching the ducks, I stood looking at the sky pooled there.