The air was, thankfully, a bitter still remaining unmoving and frigid as we winded through the park. Shafts of golden sunlight gleamed through the cover branches above. Bryan lumbered gracefully out of my compact car while I scavenged for our key supply in the mess of a back seat. It was date night, although still very much morning. Toting a new loaf of bread between us, we made way to the feathered mass ahead. Hundreds of ducks and geese lined the edges of the pond and stood upon half frozen water. Their slick webbed feet a bit more cracked and dry than usual. They huddled together for warmth, tucking neck and head behind ruffled feathers. There was such an abundance of them! The sound alone was a deafening beauty. Passersby could easily hear the ruckus, even with windows up. If the radio was on, the combination had an odd flair not easily repeated. Noisy, cold and in odd company, we had come for a date.
The flock edged closer as they became more keen and aware of our presence with each crackled step upon the frosty lawn. I could almost see their heads cocking to the side to better hear our approach. They swarmed like flies as I undid the twist tie. We were giggling like school children before the first crumb hit the ground. I directed Bryan to his post mid sidewalk, placed a slice atop each of his boots and a stack more in his hand, then took my roost atop a bench. He attempted to stand stock still but hysterics soon took over. The fowl were like cockroaches scurrying about under foot, one had even come to stand beneath me. They cawed and squawked as they flurried and fought over the fallen morsels. Within five minutes, every crumb and scrap had been vacuumed up. The supply was out, our new found friends still watching expectantly.
My eyebrow raised with a spark of thought. Bryan catching the look in my eyes followed my cue. The safety of my perch was behind me in an instant as I leaped and called like a mad woman. Hands flailing and voices raised, we created quite a scene. The birds scuttled away, waddling and flying for safer ground or secure water. There was an uncertain magic in that moment. Even with the threat of droppings overhead and nips on our ankles, we were happy and oblivious to anything or anyone around us. The worries and stress of everyday life was gone, surrendered like the pieces of bread. All cares and pressures were gone from our minds without exception. We were truly in the moment. It is an amazing and wonderful thing to be uninhibited by the toils and troubles of life with the one you love the most. Irregardless of surroundings, albeit around a dinner table in a posh restaurant or amid a flock of hungry birds, all it takes is one moment to love.