The water lily water sharpens its mirror. The day-surface lies clear with wax-blank floating leaves. The lake's stillness is for a while its own with seeming celestial deeps sinking into the mud. The dragonflies take a few loops and turn over their own shadows. They soon find edible prey, but a beach-fly is dropped and a rippling movement spreads out from a point near a straw. Then a wind rises, first as a gust or breeze. but growing by the hour.