We lost sight of the duck but assume it got to dry ground safely. As daylight turns into darkness, the warmth of the fire is soothing and marshmallows quite tasty. And as we call it a night, so have the animals. Silence is golden. And at daybreak, the animals are waking as I do.
Birds begin their serene song in the cool brisk morning air.
All of this, is what I call serenity. These heroic mountains is where I choose to dwell. No smog, no clamor, no crowds to assault my senses, The chorus of serenades, my soul it quenches. All winter, it's the atmosphere of Christmas time. The sound of trickling water in the hidden stream, The first sunlight on the forest floor is so serene.