the last full day in hamilton, new york. my last full day on the east coast. it's beautiful here. i love rural areas. more and more do i feel like i should work here, open a medicine shoppe here. great place to have a family, i imagine, or if that falls through, a great place to write.
I tell Becky that this path promises closure. This is the site where my biology advisor (but before she was actually my advisor and was only my ecology professor) took our small class to study plants and soils and I found everything about the class so absolutely fascinating. I never knew there was so much to learn before I took that class: Ecosystem Ecology. We stood among acidic Hemlocks with underdeveloped under stories; we placed PVC pipes in the soil to measure carbon dioxide flux; we placed up nets to catch falling leaves. And Becky, Becky was one of the first friends I made at Colgate, thanks to our affiliation with the Swimming & Diving team.
the pond here, at a site called "Bukus" (though it is probably spelled much differently), seemed to me the site of great biodiversity. I spotted at least eight functionally different insects above the surface of the water: skimming, flying, floating, flitting. Closer inspection revealed many types of insects and vertebrates below the water's surface.
I was dragged past the buoys that sectioned off the small amount of swimming space available. Pond mucus abounded, and the thought of me making contact with it while floating, barely, in my inflatable raft, made me want to leave even though I was being captivated by the mirror-like qualities of the large pond.
Purposefully planted tiger-lillies.
who stays in this house? life guards? but there's no one on duty.
Mirror-like. Clouds crashing into sand.
what a day.
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