A pair of ducks as we see them.

A pair of ducks as weather's memory remembers.

 

Some maps have no keys.

No clues.  Only the sturdy feet of the explorer, the one whose curiosity pushes her forward, the one who loves color, who loves adventure.  The one who always has a sack of petite oranges at the ready.  
 

A prism in the sky

 The time is becoming slim to make a wish.  Act now.  Act up.

Abundant nature

has a sense of humor and the love of being an imp.  A coy imp, at that.  

 

Aftermath of rain

Lingers drop by drop.  Perhaps, like memory?

 

How to determine whether Spring is here?

Spring is in the visuals, the change in the air, dimensions of afternoon warmth, and lingering light. 

 

Some things a given

A sighting of an egret is always a source of grace.