it was a pretty damn good day. fall is in the air but summer is in our hearts. we swam way out and mister was peppy and let me throw the yellow life preserver six or seven throws. i think he got it the seventh. the insects are feeling rather poignant and autumnal too. do the cicadas go so soon back to earth? i just returned from an end of summer gather, where kevin and i said our summer will last til november. we shall swim more. there is the mellowness about late season work, about slowing down and gathering up, about remembering the sweet fruits idly savored, ah hell, wordsworth said it all didn't he.