When a brace of ducks – mamma-duck and her ducklings – decide to go for a walk in the middle of a Sunday afternoon it is inevitable that they are not allowed to do so in peace. As soon as I saw this happening, I knew what was coming.
When a brace of ducks – mamma-duck and her ducklings – decide to go for a walk in the middle of a Sunday afternoon it is inevitable that they are not allowed to do so in peace. As soon as I saw this happening, I knew what was coming.
…for the quiet solitude of the desert, sensing the turning of the earth, close to that which keeps me grounded in this frenetic world I call home…
In response to WordPress’s one-word writing prompt – Longing.
