. . . the veins in a dragonfly’s wings
were made of light
the veins in the leaves knew them
and the flowing rivers
the dragonflies came out of the color of water
knowing their own way
when we appeared in their eyes
we were strangers
they took their light with them when they went
there will be no one to remember us

~ Excerpt from “After the Dragonflies,” by WS Merwin

More clouds and coolness, and I don’t mind. I will swim, and the water is warm. The pool is crowded and I have to share a lane and practice patience. And I succeed in this practice, happily, because I swim my mile. The sun comes out for moments here and there and it’s a delicious warmth on my back. At times, today, I think it will be bright and sunny; but it stays cloudy and I do not need to water the garden. Charlie and I enjoy our walk in the wet woods after lots of rain. I find the wings of a dragonfly. I spot a woodpecker on a branch. It’s a wonderful Sunday in the woods. I am looking forward to a day of writing. And, I do get a first draft of my article about the Ukrainian support group. And I have two more articles I hope to draft tomorrow. I know that’s too ambitious. It’s a quiet day around here in a very pleasant way.