Walking to Black's Nook. Lively day over there. Three kinds of ducks on the Pond. Keeping themselves well apart. Floating about peacefully... It is Late Autumn. The food is scarce. Each of them would love to own the whole Pond. Yet, no intention from any to drive away others. Energy is so precious. Only a fool starts a war. Acceptance permeates... A month has passed. It is Early Winter. The Pond is Here. White and Alone... Where are they? Flying somewhere... Walking back...
