St Patrick's Day
Green is for LeeZards
"It be the about time we got our own webpage, Mister."
Can we stare into the waters?
I guess that's the real question.
Do we need a special day or can we look around whenever we want and see what there is to see?
Of course, any old day is just that: an any old day.
Still, wherever one looks, if one knows how to look, one can find magic.
The ducks can see it.
'Quack! Quack! Quack!'
Or can they?
I mean, they aren't even ducks, so they probably can't see the changes from one moment to the next, as the water goes rippling by, colours diffusing, one wave into the next, as the light is quietly reflected back from whence it came... or on its way to somewhere new.
It's been a long time since I've seen so many drunk ducks, you know, young little chickadees, loose as a goose, flying high, soaring ever upwards on unsure, unsteady, and untested wings, only to drop down, back to reality, to wobble onward, delighting in the present, not a thought to the ever changing future that lies ahead.
Ah, to be young again...
Or to simply soar ever higher...
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