I love this curve of the Leie River.  It used to be that a white duck mingled with his or her friends.  But not yesterday.  A twinge of disappointment wove through me.  And then a thought came:

The others have just as much “duckness” as the white one.  They each have their big talent (maybe deep diving) and they share the same duck joys and sorrows.  They just don’t have white feathers.  Look inside, Bruce.

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I watched a woman and man talking outside of Izy Coffee.  They stood there for at least five minutes, clearly enjoying each other’s presence.

It was time to say goodbye.  They touched.  And then she whirled away from him, starting up the street.  I watched her face.  The smile lingered.  And how lovely is that.

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I often have deep thoughts.  Such as …

Why do people swing their arms back and forth when they walk?  (Left forward, right back > Right forward, left back, etc.)

Why don’t they throw both arms forward at the same time, and then back?

Of course the legs take turns too.  Or maybe they don’t have to.  We don’t have to walk.  We can hop.  (Legs forward, arms forward > Legs forward, arms back, etc.)

Okay … some of my thoughts aren’t particularly deep

That’s all right

I’ll keep thinking