I walk though a concrete jungle;
The towering structures looking down on me,
almost asking me to cower before them.
I turn my head towards the shore, and see the sun shining through the dark bleak sky.
I smile to myself knowing that its rays are cascading down on me, almost like a warm blanket.
I glide across the pavement as I near closer, and closer to the magnificent row of trees.
I take a moment to soak in the sun, as it seeps into my bones, slowly thawing away any ill wishes I had.
I am interrupted by a pair of squirrels running past, frolicking in the snow.
They run, almost child-like, as they chase each other up a tree.
As if they know I’m watching, they rush up the branches, never choosing to look back.
The sun sparkles down on the water, as I marvel in the view that it has garnered.
In the distance, I hear murmurs of quacks, as the wind whispers towards me,
ushering me closer, and closer.
I look further down, and notice a brace of ducks scattered.
They seem to float with a certain foresight, as they have no worries blocking their way.
I envied them; how they trusted the current, and their instincts to guide them towards their next journey.
I couldn’t help the smile that graced my face when I see a young duckling, emerging from the shallows to join his brace.
His soft demeanour, as he struggled to gain speed to catch up with the current, but he persevered.
I couldn’t help but let the wind echo my thoughts, as a gust of wind brushed my hair back, ushering me to do the same.
Persevere.
I take a step back, and look to the horizon, observing how the clouds fade into a distant smoke.
The smoke framed a metal bridge, a barricade, reflecting the conflict that lied ahead.
I close my eyes, and take a deep breath. I once again open my eyes, and recognize how the sun slowly lights the metal bridge, as a passage, a way out.
As I walk across the shoreline, I notice the chain fence that separates me and the duckling.
The chain link is frozen, rigid, but the shimmering reflection of the sun outlines it like a shadow.
I see the duckling yet again, he’s not only surviving, he’s flourishing.
I turn my gaze to the concrete pavement that graces this shoreline, as I am transfixed on the unyielding ground, now sprinkled with snow.
Unable to fight my colourless, and bleak thoughts anymore.
I force myself out of this infatuation, as I raise my head, and look back to the glowing shore yet again.
To my amazement there are several groups of ducks, and geese alike patiently waiting, some more so than others.
It’s an ensemble, it’s a family of birds coming together, as they all deal with the same circumstance of Winter.
Some birds mope, as they look up to the sky wistfully, longing for the day they can feel the sun warm their feathers.
Some birds squawk at one another happily, as they are with their family, regardless of their circumstance.
I finally look down, and see a goose laying on top of an iceberg.
She struggles to find a balance, trying not to upset the other birds around her. Patiently the goose deliberates on her choices.
Ultimately, she decides to quietly lay upon the ice, hoping it finally will stay still, for once.
Praying it will settle, that her actions will suffice, for once.
The iceberg comes to quiet, slow, and swaying stir.
The goose accepts this outcome, for now, as she sits back, and allows the sun to cascade onto her body like a blanket, finally relaxing.
I smile to myself, and slowly turn away. I start walking towards the concrete jungle, slowly but surely, letting my worries melt away.
Written by Olivia Mickus
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