Poetic, no? There are few things moe lovely than the curves koi can assume. Sometimes the light shimmers on the water, and sometimes you can see through as if water were not there. It's all about light. I don't remember seeing fancy fish until after I was grown up. Tonight, I looked for my childhood home on Google Earth. And there it was, Scotia, NY, with Collins Park and the lake, and the mighty Mohawk River. Tomorrow is printmaking class. Good NIght.