On my morning walks, I am always drawn to water. Often happily surprised by other creatures who are also drawn to water. Like these three ducks at Capisic Brook. Is this some ancient DNA memory, the walk to the water? Women walking to water through untold centuries. Before the water came to us in pipes, which was not so long ago. Before the water in brooks became no longer drinkable–though the animals still drink there. And yet, even with all that has been lost, still so beautiful to my soul.