Skating on Wight's Pond

   Skating on Wight’s Pond on a bright winter day, wheeling and pushing and gliding aimlessly about until someone shouts, “Look!  Look!”  And then we all come and stand still and look down through the spot of thick, clear ice, into the tea-colored water below, until we see them, too.  Moving through this window at our feet.  Fat, graceful carp, in the colors of oranges and olives.