Meditation: ducks

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So I went and stared at some ducks today. It was great. Ducks are amazing. Whether they're walking or swimming or flying. They just make me so happy. Geese are nasty bastards, seagulls are noisy and ugly, but ducks are just perfect and always will be. The way they stand; the way they waddle; the way they swim; the way they nip each other and dive for things in the water and shake off their little tails when they get out and the way they quack. When I die, I want to be scattered among the ducks. They'll probably think I'm food, but that's OK.

I need to spend some more time with those ducks. The pond and sunlight and general tranquility of it all don't hurt, either.