A phenomenon, from 7:27-7:46am.

Morning light, reflected, fills the pillared house across from me with brilliant water.

The pillars are only a gateway.  The bay lives inside!

Not our laws of nature.

The house is surrounded by trees.  Nested. 

The Panettis are coated in light-filled water surface.

At 7:35, peak reflection, they wade to the fridge, wade to the table.

The dog in the backyard knows it’s coming, finds himself lifted, starts to paddle…

And for me, to live alongside trees and water.  The bay with all its behaviors.  These combinations.  To watch it all through the blowing branches of a palm. 

Huge clouds, massive, ethereal.  Divine hippos.

Thick liquid silver.

The trees at different distances swaying in rhythm.

People out early, rowing, gliding.  In front of them, speed-walkers.

True meaning of a dream house!  The prices on that mirage-laden peninsula must be…

The approach of water, then pillars, then water beyond.  The shimmer in time with the branches.  Reminds me of something…

But vertical.  Midnight.  I’m 14.  On the narrow path between river and canal.  On both sides trees go down to water, leading deeper to trees with stars between leaves.  For more miles than I can walk, this realm is a thin crust of floating water, with air above and below.  Utter stillness.  I am living in another universe!