You have been working the corn in the 100-degree temperatures of Iowa. Your sweatband is soaked. It has been eight long hours in humidity you can taste. The day is over and you walk toward a cool farm pond. The water is a mirror.
Clouds dance in the sky.
The water receives your dive, and in the cool surrounding everything changes. So also for me, I dived into the woods. It changed everything. The inertia of the day carried us past supper. We stood and ate directly from the fridge.