duck adrift, aimless, no enthusiasm

Have you seen the yellow duck? Just like Moby Dick's search for the white whale, I'm a yellow duck adrift on endless waters...This may not be April, "the cruelest month", as T.S.Eliot coined the phrase, but the endless snowfall has me despondent, in search of a passion and enthusiasm I normally feel!

Just read about Donovan Hohn's MOBY-DUCK in the NYTIMES book review section. A load of bath toys had plummeted off a storm-wracked ship in the Pacific in 1992. Beachcombers found toys on the coastlines for years to come. That instance prompted Hohn to give up his teaching job and investigate where the ducks drifted and why. Searching the watery wilderness refreshed his capacity for awe.

I need to go into the snowy woods with my Beagle Buddy to search for new inspiration. No longer do I want to be a duck adrift; I want a purpose, a goal that will inspire me! What's it gonna be?