This morning, swimming, I saw a trout leap straight up for flies. It passed through cloud. It disappeared into sky.
This morning, just ahead of me as I swam towards the cedars, the sky was seamless with the water.
This morning, swimming, I tried to remember a musician’s name. One I’ve listened to for years. In the middle of a backstroke: Stephen Fearing.
A love like waterBigger than the blue skyBigger than the sky
This morning the water was cool. A Steller’s jay flew from one cedar to another. Not the same jay I fed earlier on the front deck. Not that one.
This morning I thought how late it was in the season. How late. On this day in 1609, Galileo Galilei demonstrated his first telescope to Venetian lawmakers. On this day last week, our grandchildren joined us at the lake.
This morning, leaving the lake, I saw a single maple samara floating on the surface.
Note: the lines of song are from Stephen Fearing’s “Love Like Water”
...Theresa Kishkan 
Oh the joy of that feeling, all senses paying attention…
It’s just wonderful.
I’m reminded of those Alistair MacLeod lines: It’s August now, towards the end, and the weather can no longer be trusted. Enjoy!
I’m waiting for a break in the really torrential rain so I can go for a swim. The problem is not that I mind swimming in rain (I love it!) but that there’s nowhere to put towels for when I come out. Instead, I’m inside, with a fire in the woodstove, watching the rain fall.