May 1st, 2009


Whenever I used to walk by the mallards in Central Park, I could her my mom's voice saying, "Oooh, look at the ducks!" I always thought of her when I saw them, and even thought it made me sad, it always made me smile. Now, whenever I'm in a new place and see mallards, it always makes me feel as if I'm not alone; that no matter how far away I am from home, I'm never far away from all that is my mom.

It was a fairly nasty winter here and the mallards had all but disappeared, I assume off to warmer climes. But as I was riding the subway over the river this morning, I saw that they'd returned, swimming calmly among the discarded tires. It made me a little sad, yes. But it also made me smile.