081313 #copperhead The canoe is filled with shadow now, except one dollop of sunlight, ridiculously bright, near my left knee. As trees in fall insist on brilliance before death, so the glints of sunlight on the wavelets in the water shine with extra neon zing. Each electric line of light illuminates its corresponding tiny swell of pure transparency. It's like a firefly dance gone mad; phosphorescence stretched into impossible dimensions.