Camera Obscura

Il pleut la chaleur as Nico puts it.  he ain't wrong:  Waves of heat within a heat wave.  

We eat a risotto and watch the Olympic swimmers dive, do that graceful body wave and move into crawl as they rise to the surface.   

I go down to swim in the river.  The current is strong.  I lie on my back and let the water carry me.  Above a deep blue sky, peripherally the poplar branches; their leaves waving green and silver.  This is my gold medal; a long drift downstream. 

Mima is moving into town.  I have a camera obscura show on my doorstep.