Imagine you’re in a park. Green grass, a pleasant pond surfaced with lilies. You see a duck. The duck sees you. The duck runs into the water. The duck gets stuck in the water. You hit the duck but it remains stuck, flapping and quacking. You don’t understand what the problem is. Surely a duck can deal with a little bit of water. Because this is apparently not the case, you build up the land under the duck, and the duck regards you thankfully as it makes its way back to solid ground.
The next day, you go to the park again. The duck is back stuck in the water.
You leave the country.
Picture of the Day 44: the last light
If I was Mufasa, and Sax was Simba (I did accidentally christen him Simba, so perhaps he is), and everywhere the light touched was our kingdom, then looking at this photo taken from the deep shade, Sax and I would be in dire trouble.
However, men are not lions, and we are not men, and we were perfectly fine walking along the river in the evening. Today I finished the draft for my nineteenth novel, which will probably be called BLACKWOOD. All in caps! The working title is still Punk versus Suit. It’s very much about violence, betrayal and revenge, but in an interesting sort of way. Who knows? Maybe it will find a publisher sometime this year. 😀
For now, my thoughts are turned to new horizons, new stories, and burning hills:
Isn’t this a beautiful world we live in? Where’s your favourite place? Let me know!
Just a note about ducks… I’m not totally mad. Just playing Minecraft. Same thing, right?