Today the summer air is a wet blanket hanging heavy on some cosmic clothesline. I sit under a shade tree near Shadow Lake, praying for even the smallest wind wisp to cool the perspiration pooling on my forehead. I briefly consider going home, but almost immediately dismiss that thought… no air conditioning. So I try to distract myself by watching the water. (If I had extra clothes along, I’d distract myself by jumping in!)
Today I sit on a rock outcropping which overlooks an abandoned mill pond. Just where the river spills over the dam, a colony of crayfish have taken up residence in the stones cluttering the river bottom. I don’t usually make habit of watching crayfish. I prefer observing God’s “prettier” critters. But, I have to confess, they’re quite interesting little crustaceans.