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  • In the early morning hours before sunrise, around 5:45 am, I went to the community pool where I was almost alone. I was visited by a skein of geese flying overhead. About twenty of them honking and breaking the early morning quiet. I started swimming, a lap for each light reflecting around the pool into the surface of the water. The stillness of the water sent the light into ripples on the surface as I passed from one end of the pool to the other. Ten laps and suddenly the lights surrounding the pool go out and the day is dawning. It's 7am and the sun is peaking over the roof tops and across the surface of the water into the deep end of the pool. Crazy triangles appear in light shows on the bottom of the pool where just a few minutes ago there was only an aqua void. Around lap number 15 the geese come back, chasing one another above my house down the block, on their way back to Woodbridge lake.

    I’ve invaded the crows domain, so they decide to sit upon the chaise lounge chairs surrounding the pool and fuss about who will get the bright orange cheeto that is left lying by the children’s wading pool. I stand and rest at the shallow end and watch as the light reflects off the water onto the trees and the building, patterns of triangles, rectangles reflected off the waters surface. The sun, so hot, touches my shoulders, arms and forehead as I swim the last victory lap of the morning. Crazy light shows on the bottom of the pool and reflected from the waters surface, I wish I could catch this early morning light and spray it like a perfume during the day when the hours of monitor and keyboard dictate an artificial world of movement and light.

    It was 104˚F yesterday, here in Irvine. Stifling hot for one who is not use to the humidity and heat wave we’ve had in recent weeks.
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