Sitting in my car this morning at Lake Elestero watching the Canadian geese nibble at something in the grass. I assume it is the bugs.

there were about 15 cars parked here each of us enclosed in our own little metal and plastic world.

there were tiny swifts darting across the water and a solitary paddle boat with four people pumping the petals. the fog was in and there was a clod breeze. I took a short nap before I left for home.