Tales of the Local Pool

Still glass reflects tree shadows under Ursa Major, Cassiopeia, and Orion while two winged flashers fly above only minutes apart. Echoing sirens liven the neighborhood leaving a tail of howling to the scene. Wrestling of leaves lets me know I am not alone among the gentle winds. I resist the temptation to jump in to the dark water and glide on my back to listen to a cement of silence.

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