Last week, a thousand ducks descended on a lake nearby. Or so it seemed. They were everywhere, flapping, calling, swimming, squawking… and not a hunter in sight. Speckling the lake, splashing and dancing in migration preparations, they were leaving soon.
In marveling at their fleeting beauty, I almost ruined the moment.
“Ugh!” I complained. “They are so amazing, I can’t believe I don’t have my camera!”
Small One piped up. “Don’t worry, Mama. I’ll take a picture of them!” She opened her eyes wide, framed her hands and made a clicking noise. “See? I took a picture. Now I’ll remember it forever, ‘cause I have a camera in my mind.”
Hey! I’m the artist, why didn’t I think of that?
In marveling at their fleeting beauty, I almost ruined the moment.
“Ugh!” I complained. “They are so amazing, I can’t believe I don’t have my camera!”
Small One piped up. “Don’t worry, Mama. I’ll take a picture of them!” She opened her eyes wide, framed her hands and made a clicking noise. “See? I took a picture. Now I’ll remember it forever, ‘cause I have a camera in my mind.”
Hey! I’m the artist, why didn’t I think of that?
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