As I looked on the still lake, something caught my attention like a fly in a spider web. A man was floating on an umbrella in the middle of the lake. He was a larger man with a 1940s hat and a vest the color ripe strawberries in the summertime. I called to the man, and his umbrella seemed to glide over to me. I had asked him what his name was and he had said his name was Tom. Up close I saw that Tom looked about 30 or 40 and he had glasses. He said he came from a land far away.