Forcing webbed feet through the turbulent water with determination, downy fluff shaking off the wetness that wishes to water log and drag down expectation and aspirations. If the duckling becomes duck or drake the paddling continues, sometimes even when there is the ability to fly. All the time the stream is likened to life’s map, flowing continually under, over and besides with it’s eddies and turbulence, it’s shallow and deep. The Stream flows fast at the source and slow at the estuary where it branches and blends into the ocean leaving behind a mark on the earth and carrying it’s memories. The duckling navigates this course, it may perish, it may flourish, the stream dictates.