how the water sees me helps me when i see myself too doggone seriously.

lucky with the dogs it was dry except for the swampy where the obama dig is happening. let us pray their efforts are swamped daily. 

i got home and wrote suchlike and noting the sky getting heavy rode to the point and jumped in the lake. there were several terns swirling and diving. i was happy in that water under the terns and the puffy clouds. and then it grew dark and i pedaled home before the clouds dropped.