Every morning, on our walk in the deep woods, Fate stops at the pond. She takes a drink, watches for frogs, pulls a stick or two out of the mud and piles it up on the grass. She always stops at the pond.
18
April
Stopping At The Pond
by Jon Katz
Every morning, on our walk in the deep woods, Fate stops at the pond. She takes a drink, watches for frogs, pulls a stick or two out of the mud and piles it up on the grass. She always stops at the pond.