Gully

The shadows of the approaching end of day make a light fresco or is it a kaleidoscope walking the pathway around Rec Lake. The water level is even lower regardless more rain. The ducks were sitting on its scum and in it like rubber duckies in a bathtub when the soapy water has drained out and then in an uproar a big old duck preened and beat its feathers. The flutter of activity made a lovely sound in the silver glare where the sun blazed a trail across the murk and made it a shining jewel.