Today on my way to work, I was reading Jeff Hawkins again. The subject matter was memory lane. All of a sudden, a picture of duck weeds emerged in my head. Then, it’s a small pond near uncle’s farm.
My cousins and I used to play there on Saturday afternoons. Gosh, we hated the noisome odor from the pig sty! Yet, we loved to feed the gold fish in the pond. I particularly loved the duck weeds because they could grow fast and I enjoyed picking them out of the pond.
There was a stream running slowly beside the Bei-Nan River, where lots of duck weeds “resided”. They actually floated around and never stayed put. Doesn’t duck weed mean an uncertain life? I didn’t know that until later I studied it at school.
Why did the duck weeds pop up in my head? I really don’t know. However, for some reason, I’m sort of like duck weeds. I’ve traveled to several countries and it’s not just for vacation but mainly for schooling. I pretty much lived in a country for one or two years.
Looks like my mind’s duck weed is agitating again. But I hope this time I will find the place I would like to live for a longer time. And certainly, my life isn’t uncertain; it’s more crystal-clear than ever!
La Suisse, tu me manques, tu sais?
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