4/24/26 6:45 36F (2.2C) Clear, calm, and beautiful.

I am surrounded by the thunder of orchard fans.

Three ducks wheel overhead, twisting and turning, describing great arcs and figure eights as they fly through blue sky tinged with pink.

Where are they going?  Though in tight formation, they appear to be everywhere at once, without a definite direction.

Their acrobatics resemble evasive maneuvers, but there is no threat in sight.

Are they possessed with the pure joy of flight?

Or are they showing off to those of us anchored to the earth?

They seem to chuckle softly as they pass over.

Good morning.