It was a cold day and it was fun to watch these birds as they sat on the freezing ice as if this was a refreshing moment for them. The image reminded me of a Norman Rockwell painting. I thought these birds were beautiful. And then I became to calculate how much they were defecating on the ice. And the thought of all this shit just eventually making its way to the bottom of the river, where I walk and swim in the spring, sort of made me want to throw up.
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