Friday, June 25, 2004
Each morning...
...as I make my way to the old grind, I pass a swimming hole. Recently, I've taken to starting my day a few minutes earlier -- taking breakfast by candle light in the eerie pre-dawn still. I am not a morning person, but this change in routine allows a scant few minutes to stop and observe a family of ducks as I trudge the beaten path.
Today I noticed something. The young ducklings, who just a couple weeks ago were nothing more than downey balls of puff, were now completely indistinguishable from their elders.
I looked down, wiped the wet grass clippings from my boots and shuddered as I thought, "Oh how they grow up fast."
...as I make my way to the old grind, I pass a swimming hole. Recently, I've taken to starting my day a few minutes earlier -- taking breakfast by candle light in the eerie pre-dawn still. I am not a morning person, but this change in routine allows a scant few minutes to stop and observe a family of ducks as I trudge the beaten path.
Today I noticed something. The young ducklings, who just a couple weeks ago were nothing more than downey balls of puff, were now completely indistinguishable from their elders.
I looked down, wiped the wet grass clippings from my boots and shuddered as I thought, "Oh how they grow up fast."
