Friday, August 12, 2011
Walden and I go back a long way. There was a time when I used to swim here every day, right into October. Life was much less complicated then.
It felt that way again this morning when I went in for a swim around 8am, then lingered in a quiet little cove for a couple of hours. Young mallards swam by, chipmunks darted along the bank and when a dragonfly fell into the shallows right in front of me, I was glad to rescue it and watch it revive and dart away. It would have been doomed had I not been there. Once in the water it was helpless. Those light, lacy wings were totally immersed and small fish were heading toward it, intent on nibbling at them.
But I was there. It was an amazing morning and I will be posting more photos.