081413 #copperhead The surface of the water steams with a popcorn hiss. An undulating mirror under fairer skies, it’s now a curving flat bar of sandblasted aluminum. The willows are dripping like washed hair, while saturated sycamore boughs droop like well-used mothers' breasts, robed in patchy white. The whole air moves with a breathlike hotness, as we sit in the television-blue glow of the tarp above our heads.