The big pond on Day Lake Road teems with Azure Bluets. Look anywhere around your feet -- soil, fallen twigs, low foliage in forest or clearing or water -- and there they are: hundreds and hundreds. These small damselflies have earned their common name; their Azure and black coloration shines even in shadow like cut gemstones.
Azure gossamer-winged butterflies are something else entirely. This one isn't even blue, at least with its wings closed. Tiny, tinier even than the bluets, and thirsty, probing my hand from fingertip to palm, knuckle to wrist, and as friendly a little fellow as light in weight.
And then there's the sky, the glorious sky beyond the shadowed trees of a bowl of upturned lapis lazuli.