Mak launches for our morning swim.But it had begun to rain and he repeatedly tried to turn back for shore. So I conceded, brought him back to the house and toweled him off before returning to the pond myself. By that time it was raining more heavily.I swam to the middle and sat on the buoy.The shower ended. With a mercifully overcast sky, I didn’t have to squint in the sun. I was the only one in the still water; and neither saw nor heard anyone on shore. A catbird called. I sat on the buoy for quite some time. This is the way I like it. Quiet.