The Pond I asked about the pond we found a little further from the house than I’d been all my life. It was full (even in drought my father said) and so clear even with the glare I could see it was deep—and I ran through the grass that came to the edge to look but I slipped and my foot sunk in and my elbow too. I reached for some grass and pulled myself out, breathed deep, then sighed, then laughed at myself and stood up (with shirt off), and backed away to get some distance. I ran to the edge (full speed)—took a leap, plugged my nose, breathed deep closed my eyes. I went back every day. :: I dropped my bags: (there were two). hugged my dad.