Last year on a Sunday just like today I head up the stream behind the house into the mountains looking for a cool pool. It is hot summer and the stream is mostly underground now...just dry cobblestones and dust with thirsty plants along the banks. Finding a shady spot with a nice still pool of water I sat and watched the little mountain crayfish, just an inch or so long, scurry about the bottom through the reddish algae. A pleasant afternoon made more satisfying by the time spent playing with the watercolor paints.
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