I know it is there only when I send something into it. It is what I don't see and yet come to know, the birth of an understanding and the intimate intuition which comes with complete involvement, that are the rewards of my efforts. These are the lures I rise to. That and the fact that I am good enough to catch fish. Catching fish is definitely part of it too.
Swallows find the shadow line.
They flash in and out of it so fast it is difficult to keep track of them until they are away, banking in steep, incredibly facile turns. Below them a lucky fisherman is caressed by fat light. Color is never richer, the world could never be as beautiful as it is right now. The shadows claim the creek's banks. Inside the shadow the water still flashes, no longer with the sun's blinding glare but with captured fragments of deepening blue sky.