The water spiders glide.
From inside the gazebo I see water all around. It's mostly silver but also dark green where the shadows of the forest fall. Slight ripples appear simultaneously on the water as the water spiders slide, the water itself never motionless. There isn't enough wind to justify dragging out Bill's sunfisher but there is just enough to carry the reminder that bacon and french toast are being prepared inside the cottage.

I won't help with breakfast. I'll let them finish inside and watch the water spiders glide.