Today is a "Williams Lake" day. The wind is blowing in the tops of the trees, the sun is in and out, and you need a sweater. I hear the sounds and am right back at age 10, laying in an old Army surplus hammock with my sister Nancy. The hammock had a roof of plastic,  mosquito netting on the sides, and a zipper to keep us in. Bama, our grandmother,  got tired of our noise, and so we'd have to have a rest. We didn't have to sleep, but we had to be quiet, probably so she could have a nap! The first few minutes were spent toe to toe kicking each other, and then we'd settle down, Nancy to sleep, and me to read. And read and read and read!  The wind would rock us once in a while, and we'd pull our blankets up to our chins. We'd alway say we weren't tired, we didn't need to rest, and it was too cold. But there we'd be, and soon down to the serious business of the other worlds we sought in books and dreams. Once in a while you'd hear a blackbird, or Poppy, my grandfather getting a tool from under the house. But mostly you just heard the wind in the tops of the cottonwoods. I hear that wind in the tops of the trees at Lake St. Clair, and I'm happily taken back to that gentle time in  my life, rocking, reading, and sometimes kicking my sister.