Dusk. A little humidity but it keeps me warm. The ducks are eyeing me, inching closer, thinking I have food for them. When I don't throw anything they full out waddle towards me. Impatient and shaking their big hips. Sassy mommas.
Mist still hanging around in the pockets of these hills - stubborn eraser marks against a clear deepening blue.
Feathers and reflections of light poles like snakes in the water.
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