Quack Quack

I dreamt last night of times with my dad. I walked along the sidewalk next to the river and looked at the ducks. When I was a kid, my dad would always 'make the ducks laugh' for me. In reality, he would throw bread and they would go wild for it, honking away and playing and splashing in the water. We always use to say the ducks were laughing.



It always seemed to make my mom, dad, and myself happy. No matter what was really happening at home, how terrible the financial funds were, how angry my parents were at one another, or how stressful life just was... the ducks made us laugh.

I dont see many ducks now where I live. Ducks do not tend to populate near the beach. Im missing some duck laughter.