A duck flies low, then lands in a nearby pond. She floats serenely. Nothing is hurried. But still, I wonder, Do ducks have thoughts? If so, do they worry about food or family? Do they think about aging bodies? How about feather loss? Are there celebrations for birthdays, accomplished landings, or new homes? Do ducks ever get lonely?

I have more questions and emotions now than I ever did as a kid. Is it because my body is bigger? That must be it, more space to fill. Oh that I were like this duck. Unless this duck feels just like I do. Though it would be nice to be able to fly. 🦆