Yesterday, I was going to write about Duck. I had heard the squeaky flying of Duck heading North. I could just barely make her out in the brightening morning light. I thought, though, that writing about her today would be dishonest, since I had seen her yesterday. As I sat this pondering this, she flew past once again, heading North.
She got me thinking about how true opportunities always return. My culture teaches me that opportunities are fleeting and that I have to grab them before they are gone. Duck reminds me that opportunities came back again and again until I recognize them, and understand the lesson. I wonder what I missed yesterday that will show up again today?