A day not too long ago, I was sitting on a bench next to a waterfall, simply watching some ducks swim around, find food, clean themselves, or just lounge. It was quite peaceful, with the steady roar of the waterfall, the call of various birds, and the constant buzzing of insects along with the wonderful display of plant life that flourished there. Oddly however, there was one duck whom decided to separate him or herself from the rest of the flock. The duck was walking on the rock at the bottom of the waterfall, alone, but seeming not to care. It seemed perfectly content being alone, having the water roll over its feet as it walked. Watching that duck struck a fiber in me.