My feet are resting in the alfalfa. Bumblebees cover and bend the blossoms even further down than the warm wind is blowing through them. Out on the water reflected transitory clouds turn light into shadows over me and the world around. An unfurling dragonfly’s whirled to the back of my hand. Its round green eyes shine and loom up bigger than its body a thin blue breathing stick that is attached to transparent wings full of dark veins that move together and apart then quickly go leaving me here alone with the woods on one side and on the other the pond.
