"There's a magical sound sliding over the ground,
Makin' it shiver and shake.
And a permanent cry fallin' out of the sky,
Slippery and sly like a snake.
With a delicate move kind of shifty and smooth,
A shadow has covered the light.
Then a beam in the shade from a silvery blade,
Has shattered the edge of the night ..."
Not really. This watery illusion lies in the eye of the beholder.
Nevertheless, I always fall under the spell of Arizona's Watson Lake.
Especially in high water years, when the lake caresses the smooth granite,
and makes me wonder why I spend so much time on my computer.
March 24, 2010
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