There’s something either chocolate or caramel on my arm from where I held the patisserie bag.

The ducks are splashing through the part of the park that goes underwater when it rains. I think how so many people believe life’s secrets can be found in nature.

Here is a duck fluffing its butt. Nothing elegant or mysterious there, just the echo of nature justifying “Do what you can, when you must, and try to survive.”

But really, is it honey mustard?