My Pond, an escape, a release, an excursion from normal day to day activities. The Pond is no more than 3/10ths by 1/10th of a mile in dimensions. It is set back in a cove, among luscious green and yellow pine and maple trees and surrounded by small under bushes and wild flowers. The mixes of green shades are similar to a young child's drawing using 5 different bright green and yellow markers. You can spend many hours simply thinking on top of a rock protruding from the ground towards the east side of the Pond. The rock is about 5 feet tall off the ground and about 20 feet in circumference around the base. The top of the rock is leveled and smoothed, from the years of weather, forming a level bench. This bench has provided a good seat over the years allowing me to peer out across the pond and think about things. You could look around yourself and ponder the questions of life and become fascinated with everything around you as well as listening to the sounds of nature. There are many sounds to hear; the ribbit of a dirty-green plump frog hidden amongst the underbrush, chirps of the birds soaring high in the sky, and the sound of the fish splashing among the ripples in the water. The best time of the year, is the fall, when the leaves start to turn shades of red, brown and yellow. The crisp fall breeze rustles through the leaves, creating a peaceful melody as to soothe away the day's troubles. The most amazing scene you can witness many times along this pond is the ducks. Every few days, you see a family of ducks traveling across the wide-open pond. The smallest duck, no more than 4 inches tall, would march proudly near the end of the pack. You see sparse, thin clumps of down over his otherwise bare self as he bellows, with his newborn duckling voice, a high pitched quack. As your eyes follow the family towards the front of the line, the elder ducks appear covered with stiffened slick feathers. Being th
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