On the River
High humidity, haze, the sun bares down on the earth.
You squint your eyes to see the glares off the gray water.
While walking across the dam I encountered our first Mayflies of the year.
Every year we see thousands and thousands of these insects as they fly out of the water.
They fly and land on your clothes. I wave my arms in a constant motion to keep them out of my face.
Every year they cover the dam like a hanging gray moss. When you walk by they swarm.
I try to keep my mouth shut during these summer walks.
Sometimes you can see your footprints as you walk though these swarms of Mayflies.
It is not pleasant, only bearable; I never look forward to these times of the year.
My friend and I keep a snow shovel at the entrance to the dam.
When they die they must be removed immediately or they will stink badly.
Mayfly
http://www.cs.tufts.edu/~cabotsch/bulloughs/invertebrates/insects/mayfly.html
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