Pair of ducks.  On the slough.  One paddling and tilting his head near the other shore, wondering what I’m doing making noises at him.  The other disappearing into a dive.

Fish out of water feeling.  Sleep travel still stuck to the back of my eyes, glass-eyed numbness staring at the harsh glow of the computer screen.

Comfortable with spirit, tired in the body, dazed at the day.

Hafiz comes to mind:

First the fish needs to say:
Something just ain’t right about this camel ride.
And I’m feeling so damn thirsty.