Tag: ducks

I’m sorry to spoil something you may have wanted to watch in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., but there’s a scene I think about sometimes. It’s been dubbed “A Spy’s Goodbye.” The context here is a parting but I think about the ways in which moments like this can happen.

What if people could be in a place, share a place, quietly and serenely be together, if not together, if only briefly? It’s a romantic idea. You get this at the library, or a museum. I most often experience this in a theater, which isn’t exactly quiet but is a place in which people come together to share something and then part ways. You acknowledge each other, say your good mornings and good days. Perhaps it’s not enough and too selfish to try to realize, but as I look ahead to the kind of person I’m going to be, I dwell here on this thought. Just that someone who goes on a walk to the mall, goes into the shops but doesn’t buy anything, maybe catches a movie, then goes home.

I’ve never tried feeding ducks. I bet it’s peaceful.

I’m sorry to spoil something you may have wanted to watch in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., but there’s a scene I think about sometimes. It’s been dubbed “A Spy’s Goodbye.” The context here is a parting but I think about the ways in which moments like this can happen.

What if people could be in a place, share a place, quietly and serenely be together, if not together, if only briefly? It’s a romantic idea. You get this at the library, or a museum. I most often experience this in a theater, which isn’t exactly quiet but is a place in which people come together to share something and then part ways. You acknowledge each other, say your good mornings and good days. Perhaps it’s not enough and too selfish to try to realize, but as I look ahead to the kind of person I’m going to be, I dwell here on this thought. Just that someone who goes on a walk to the mall, goes into the shops but doesn’t buy anything, maybe catches a movie, then goes home.

I’ve never tried feeding ducks. I bet it’s peaceful.