This afternoon I walked on the Chisholm trail. A wild duck and her four ducklings swam in the small creek. The water flow across a miniature spillway pushed hundreds of mosquito fish by me very quickly. A coming thunderstorm threatened, but did not materialize.
I stopped by Goodwill, where I bought a book of Auden poems, a novel, and a CD called "Early English Music". I was excited as I opened the tattered jewel case, because it had "Skye", one of my favorite songs. But the jewel case was empty.
I was bereft of/at Goodwill.
Now we go to walk the pond.