Inside Ducks of the early morning lake vee into nearby reeds, early summer rustling toward flight while elsewhere morning scrim slowly rises, loosens peepholes along shorelines, pinpricks of light on familiar mountain stonecroppings and bits of pale water, unmoved next to hints of flowing lights. Lopey ghosts, those soft and racing sky spirits, skim above the steaming lake field. Puffs that plod into points of pines, pop. On the lake’s far side, the jagged trees that jut in and o … (read more)
