First Day of Summer

It doesn’t get much better than this.

I’m playing hooky from work.

I’m sitting on a stone wall next to the Monocacy Creek in the middle of Bethlehem, PA. My office is almost hidden from here, up a hill and behind a tall stand of trees a few hundred yards to my right.

The gentle roar of water over a dam muffles the noise of nearby traffic. A cool,
not-too-humid breeze tousles my hair. Upstream, a few dozen ducks frolic and splash.

I need to do this more often.

Article © 2006 by Michael Duck