(text by Laura, photo, Caleb) Kayaking today in the Schoharie Reservoir, a glimpse of the mountains in the distance through the clear air, two days after a bright blue moon night, reminds me of eternity. I pause paddling to let it sink in, think about people of ages past, of the future of this flooded valley. Try to ponder how different it must have looked before settlement, what creatures of the dim moist woods lurked beneath the tree canopy. The flood doesn’t show through above the forest. A bright-headed bald eagle perches and watches us approach in our neon boats. His beak parts, pink inside, perhaps releasing heat. The dark body shows scalloped feathers, lighter along the edges. I think ahead to a future moment when the babe will see such a creature and stare in wonder as we are doing.