To prove it is autumn, we went to Green Lake State Park.

 

 

 

The older folks thought we were slow, so they passed the time by walking rapidly—

 

 

 

to & fro & to & fro & to & fro.

 

 

 

The younger generation was considerably sower.

 

 

 

We pondered the things we saw in the lake.

 

 

 

We pondered the view of the lake.

 

 

 

We pondered twining roots and shapes of leaves.

 

 

 

We pondered the difference between lake and sky.

 

 

 

And we pondered wheely things. Or, at least, one of us did.