the cool 18 degrees breeze combs the surface of the water. the ducks roams the pond leisurely, checking their feathers, picking at the base of the reeds. then they came along, mother and daughter, throwing huge amounts of bread pieces into the water. the crows and other fowls flocked to the scene of waste and gluttony. the ducks abandoned their reeds and stuffed themselves with a strange foreign diet.
the chilly 18 degrees wind blows. the ducks peek forlornly around the reeds, looking for food. then they came along, mother and daughter, scattering bread pieces lavishly into the water. the other birds joined the feast, and the ducks feed gleefully at the abundant supply of food.
6 more weeks to home. or 2 more weeks to deadlines after deadlines.