Walk with me. At 7:00 this morning, along the river, in a park where there are dedications to the poet William Stafford. Vultures circling,

fake coyotes unimpressed.

The river glassy and still at the beginning. Reflections that seemed cheerful.

Then the breeze picked up, reflections now undulating, flowing into the waters that opened.

Made me think of William Stafford’s poem that suggests same, for our lives.

Here is Debussy with Reflets dans l’eau. Stay cool this weekend!