Recently, I sat at Onondaga Lake, early in the morning.
By myself. In the peace of the morning.
The lake was quiet. The air was calm.
The sun was shining and nature was coming alive for the day.
I found myself watching the ducks. One male and one female. Moving together… she was clearly in charge.
They swam, bathed, watched out for danger. Together.
It was sweet. All of it.