The surface of the lake is so smooth, the flow of the differing currents are clearly seen as shimmering streaks reflecting the sunshine.
Breaking through these jewelled bands, like shadows over unrecognized borders, are three loons. Two black-capped Common and one red-throated. They stray apart, become lost in shafts of sparkling water, and as unexpectedly re-appear further along the shore.
The red-throated loon keeps a slight distance from the other two. Usually, it is the first to dive. Dive and disappear so cleanly there is only the barest ripple to betray it.
The other two then quickly go without a sound, a liquid dive that leaves the water empty, save for the dancing sunshine.
And then a head.
And then two more bodies break the surface, far from where they went under. They move with an ease that makes them seem part of the water.
One of them wallows slightly on its side, then reaches far down its breast to preen. After a few nibbles, it rights itself and unhurriedly joins its companions.
They become a distant trio of sleek shapes, and disappear in the haze of horizon and glinting sun.
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