The lake is exploding with life this morning. Males are chasing, as yet, uncaught females. Females, heavy with unladed eggs, awkwardly waddle about surrounded by their escorts. Mothers sheppard their broods through grass, rock and water. KCSS is playing an operatic piece as I drive into the parking lot at work. The piece is a perfect match for the scenes playing out around me as I leave the cool cocoon of my car to go into the warm and oppressive cocoon of my work.