"Can there be a more perfect day?" the Reader asked.
"A little less windy for me," I answered.
When she looked puzzled and said, "Sure," I added, "I'm trying to photograph insects."
"Oh!" The Reader smiled.
We talked a bit: I suggested she cross the lake to see the pink lady slippers, she said she and her husband would retire to the Domain (they are here this weekend so he can attend a fraternity meeting), I said it's a great place to live, and at that point something huge zoomed overhead. I said goodbye and made a hasty exit.
She has the right idea, this visitor from a smallish town about an hour and a half west: find a good spot, open a book, and read.
But first, there's always something to see and someone to meet.