Saturday, August 21

time for the bat ballet


{Tim and Donovan}

The anticipatory breeze ~ fading light ~ crickets joining in with the lapping of waves alongside the canoe. Fire crackling ~ a handful of black raspberries found by the showers ~ a quilt at lake's edge. Swimming in the rain-chilled water, brown and blue and green. Sunset and twilight, the bats coming out in the dozens to swoop over the surface of the saffron-striped lake, sounding like the riffling of book pages. (If you like bats, as I do, look here to watch their ballet from my canoe.)