Feed the ducks
11 November 2003 @ 11:17 am

I went to feed the ducks at the lake yesterday.

It was such a beautiful day. Crisp, and drizzling. No sun to be seen, and the clouds were that slate blue color. It puts a cap on the world so you feel grounded, no threat of falling away today.

I wandered around the edge of the (man-made) lake, and watched people as is my style.

A little boy in a bright red hoody bobbed along my vision, obilivious to the dark cold depths below. He dragged a branch through the water, and cried when he dropped it and could not reach it again. Sniffling, he returned to the path to home.

I shivered, not from the chill, but from the eys that were boring into my back. Whorling to face my accoster, I was drawn short. Triple-irised! A ring of dark blue surronded a deep green which gave way to yellow of a cats eyes, with brown flecks. ...just like mine... Standing sentry was a shock of long dark eyelashes, and hidden under the layers of colors was a knowledge. Oh god, he knows, I thought. No one can see me, but he does. The old man slowly shook his head, mumbled 'It'll end soon' and shuffled away.

I slumped against a tree trunk, feeling the earth clear my head, just as Matt pounced on me from behind a bush. He thought he scared me so bad I was crying. I'm glad he believes himself.

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