Sitting at the desk working, window open, I hear a workman talking to someone about something he found. . . I can only vaguely hear him, but there’s an earnestness in his voice, and I think, I probably should go and find out what it’s about. I thought he was talking to a co-worker in the yard, but when I go out onto the deck I see that he’s working upstairs and standing in the doorway above me. He’s on the phone. “Is everything all right?” I ask. Ah, he has found a baby turtle, he says. He’s on the phone showing it to his little girl. He found it in the driveway and wondered why it was there. I explained all about the turtle eggs being laid in June all around the yard, and then the hatching in September. “When you’re done,” I said, “I can take it over to the river.” And so I did. And he/she swam confidently away. A pleasant rain all morning. It cleared in the afternoon. Ran my Ukraine support group and a Play Lab online. My youngest asked if I wanted to swim, and since I’d walked Charlie (in the rain), I had thought maybe I wouldn’t swim today. But, of course, I said yes. It was a good swim. The sun even came out while we swam. A little bit. Water colder. Just a bit so. A very glassy surface. A lovely visit in the late afternoon yard with my dear friend and her dog. Air of September, and an earlier dusk.