dalores dreams..she is the joyous lake atop the mountain ... realizing that as lake she looks up to the sky for thirst , for expectationher fluidity , that she can so easily forget the mountain , the dirt , the rocks , what holds her up : cups he franks broad hands around her bubbly breasts : she is a nymph , cavorting , watching him as he tests hertoe , then a dipped foot ... he shivers , but he disrobes : his nakedness shines ... like the sun descending at days end , he startles her by diving ever so quickly into and under her waters : night has fallenbut he bursts up again !