There are two geese on the river, gliding through the fog, tenderly close to each other. A mallard and his mate hug the grassy riverbank while bobbing for food. All the while, mixed precipitation pelts from a grey sky. These birds are not ruffled by an unsettled April beginning. 

They know the peace of the river.

~ LG

S. D. G.

Lindsey Gallant
Seeker of God in the ordinary, bearer of beautiful news, pilgrim on a life of prayer.

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