Rain skates across the lake,

Distant trees stretch closer to us in their reflection.

Yesterday the lake in its hardness of salt reflected none of its outside world to us.

Instead showing off its arcs and salt ridges,

Pock marked crust immovable as ice.

Today the wind fans the liquid surface.

A wing. A flutter.

After the rain there is dancing,

and a drawing is made.

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Murray Sunset National Park - May 2021