The water conditions were very clear with indirect sunlight passing through the trees on the south shore. There, one could be sure of seeing something every day: a half-dozen young bass, invisible but for their black-striped tails waggling slowly into deeper water; a school of swirling bullhead minnows, black-barbed little beauties just a foot or two from the shore; an elongated pike, hunting for bluegills, and off to the north with one thrust. A piece of bog may have blown up during the night to provide shelter for the pan-fish. A snapping turtle might be off the end of the dock.
Sometimes the dreams are of fishing: the haul might include a talking fish, or one as big as the lake, or a school of fish of various colors.
I'll be writing more about each of the images in Oasis in the coming days.