Greenwood Furnace: Fishing on Sky Water

Reflections, upon summer's end. . . .

It was time for a swim, so we headed over to Greenwood Furnace for a chilly one. For a Sunday, the beach seemed quite deserted, and we were among the few people who actually got in the water for a lovely but cold dip.

I took a few minutes before that to walk around to the spillway. It was quite a view from there, and I could see a little boy with his net, fishing for minnows in the shallows. 

I don't know if he caught any, but he sent ripples out that were just lovely to see. The water reflected the blue sky with puffy white clouds, and the ripples sent circles into those reflections: ripple, ripple, ripple, until it all faded away. . . .

Somehow the little boy fishing reminded me of this song: Winken, Blinken, and Nod, from the Irish Rovers.

P.S. I borrowed the term "sky water" from Thoreau's Walden.  :-) 
Here is the passage:
"In such a day, in September or October, Walden is a perfect forest mirror, set round with stones as precious to my eye as if fewer or rarer. Nothing so fair, so pure, and at the same time so large, as a lake, perchance, lies on the surface of the earth. Sky water. It needs no fence. Nations come and go without defiling it. It is a mirror which no stone can crack, whose quicksilver will never wear off, whose gilding Nature continually repairs; no storms, no dust, can dim its surface ever fresh; -- a mirror in which all impurity presented to it sinks, swept and dusted by the sun's hazy brush -- this the light dust-cloth -- which retains no breath that is breathed on it, but sends its own to float as clouds high above its surface, and be reflected in its bosom still."