To see the world double.

The water wears the sky like a second skin.

For a beat of summer, I escape with my family to Postill Lake and then escape further onto a paddleboard. I watch the water wear the sky like a second skin.

Thunder and lightning scatter under my knees, caught on the taut surface of the lake; to my left there is a perfect blue sky and in front of me, storms thick with cloudy pollen.

Fish jump, burst the r…