I passed this sign while searching for apartments. The happiness it’s referring to has to do with food (although I forget what kind). It was this sign that told me it was time for a visit to the ducks at a local wetlands park. (Because I’m waiting for the ducks to tell me the secret to eternal happiness.)
But the snobbish ducks didn’t want anything to do with me, so I made a left turn, where I found that someone had kindly left a butterfly sticker (on the back of a sign) for me to enjoy.
And I found some dancing Cottonwoods. (Shake it, dudes!)
And lovers parking. (If the car’s a rockin’…)
I made another turn, and found what looks like…
The Death Of The American Dream
Another turn took me down a bridge…
And onto a path, where I passed a few people, but for the most part, it was empty…
Until an old man pedaled by… (Show off.)
Making me wonder why someone hasn’t invented a more comfortable bike seat.
It was a longer walk than I had intended (stupid ducks), but it felt good to stretch my legs. Still, I’ve been paying for it ever since (ducks suck).
Just kidding. 🙂 Of course ducks don’t suck.
Some of my best friends are ducks.
Selfie of the day: