A Long Weekend Down on Walnut Creek
Long weekend, so we took the dog down to the water. The creek is about as low as it gets by early September, running clear over the cobbles — you can count every stone through a couple feet of it. We weren't the only ones with the idea; a few people were out on the bar upstream near the bridge, and later someone swam out into the deep pool below the little rapids.
The dog worked the whole shoreline, in and out of the shallows, then ended up at the lip of the big rock above the green pool, tongue out, looking straight down at the water. Never jumped. Just stood there a long while, then picked a way back down the rock the same way it came up.
We stayed until the sun dropped behind the trees on the far side and the water went dark in the shade.